From a "woman's perspective"? [ She cocks a brow at him; a smirk to follow. There's a playful air to her voice. Jet often liked to act as though he had women figured out but the fact of the matter was, he didn't. And it showed, like in the way he worded that question. Her smirk breaks into a smile as she finishes cleaning up the mess, then crumples up the napkin in her hand. ]

I might have a theory. [ Or was suspicion a better word for it? She reaches into her jacket for a cigarette before offering one to him. ] We're in Hell, doomed to stay here for all eternity until we redeem ourselves and maybe get to leave. [ The short version. She shrugs. ] Except I think that's just what we're made to believe. [ She lights her cigarette and then hands the lighter over to Jet. ] Lucifer is not as gracious of a host as he tries to make himself out to be.

And -- [ A quick drag brings thick curls of smoke to dance between them. Her gaze locks with his and a sort of earnestness highlights pools of emerald suddenly. ] I don't think we're ever meant to leave this place.