So, a Special Sinner.

"Hell isn't good to anyone, it's Hell," she mutters dryly. "That just means a bigger fish hasn't come along yet." Or maybe it has, she notes, as she pointedly looks at the state of his antennae.

"Is getting kidnapped really considered a vacation?" She might be avoiding the question intentionally; there's nowhere she can escape to now. At least back home she had her music.