[... That is squawking. And while she hadn't really intended on getting involved with any of this, she's kind of curious to see what's going on now. Even if she's pretty new, herself, outside of having been pushed to Heaven to make sure she got a coat since evidently the cherubs squawked at her the second they saw how little she had been wearing. And took the liberty to braid her hair for her, too.

Slowly she blinks while listening to the conversation before deciding to raise her voice and clear her throat as she does so.]

It's not worth arguing with them about any of it, it won't get you anything other than a headache. And it would be better if your friends didn't end up here, wouldn't it? [She already knows she's turbo dead, but she's heard that others aren't and she likes to run with the assumption she's just one of the weird outliers in that particular moment.]