Sunshine arches an eyebrow. It's a little dubious at first, because 'aura' is one of those terms she has a hard time taking seriously. Granted, anyone who reads shadows has no room to talk, but the shadow-reading is still a comparatively recent development. But whatever. She can only assume Asmodia has a decent idea of what she should be able to do, magic-wise, and she can't blame anyone for wanting a better understanding of the thing that brought them here.

'Sun and fury' is a hell of an expression, though, and she looks a bit more pleased at that. "Does eating not come standard?" she asks, right before it occurs to her that it might be an issue not because Asmodia doesn't typically eat, but because she typically eats something really damn weird. It's not unheard of for partbloods to have some off-brand dietary needs.

Or maybe she really is brand new. "Um. We can find you someplace to stay and get your pantry stocked, if that's what you're worried about. The people who used to handle that have kind of been ousted, but I know a guy who can help." An angel, really, but one step at a time. Sunshine shrugs. "We try to look after one another - rifties, I mean."