Biscuit creeps over from where they left him on the other side of the room, bumping into the leg of a coffee table quite hard on the way and sending a bowl of cheetos falling to the floor. Asmodia flinches both in surprise at the noise and in sympathy for his surprise, and she sits upright and lifts an arm to let him clamber into her lap before lowering her hand again to rest against the rodent's spine.

"...You're...messing with me," she says experimentally, not the least bit sure he actually is. It's so unlikely, though: a perfectly normal-looking human saying he's from another planet, and one in a different universe on top of that. She keeps on frowning thoughtfully, though, chewing over the concept rather than laughing at it as a joke. "So you came through this Rift? But if people are coming through it, I think I would have heard."