Wait, was Asmodia trying to do something magic-related to the Rift? Sunshine pauses midway through shifting her bag onto her lap. "What, were you trying to get back through or something?" Wincing to herself, she opens her bag and starts to rummage. "You... don't want to do that. Last time I tried it, it knocked me unconscious and gave me a killer migraine." It could have been worse. She's probably lucky it didn't put her halfway through a wall. But still. "The Rift doesn't really appreciate being prodded."

Not that Asmodia's in any state to try anything impressive, magically or physically - at least not by the look of her. Sunshine pulls out a slightly squashed bakery bag and starts to unroll the top. "Are you hungry?" she asks. She doesn't know just how new Asmodia is - it all gets kind of nebulous considering she's apparently been here before (and what's up with that?). But regardless, she looks like she could use something... restorative. "I work at a bake shop." She turns the bag a little, emphasizing the Glaser's logo. She's not just carrying around random baked goods of dubious quality and offering them to new acquaintances and/or pigeons, here; she has standards.