Aya's jaw clenches. It sounds like she's going to have to get her hands on a mini-gun. With silver bullets. Speaking of, though...

"Can I ask you a question?" She looks around again at the banquet. "Why are you here? You said you're a daemon." She could go on, but the implication is pretty obvious.

As for her? "It's...hard to explain. I don't know, maybe you heard about it. The New York Blockade Incident? I was a detective in the city. Official reports didn't mention the daemons of course, but they were there. NMC's, we called them before we knew. Neo-mitochondrial creatures."