[ oh, god. somehow the government found the time to assign her a brand-new housemate, even in the middle of the apocalypse? anathema blinks in surprise, then just... gives up and flops down on one of the kitchen chairs and starts unlacing her boots. ]

Oh. Um. Sorry, I didn't expect—

I'm not sure if you'd noticed or if you came in afterwards, but some extremely wild things just happened down the street. Goddesses arriving, apocalyptic-level events averted, you know, the usual.

Normally I'm more welcoming, I promise.

I'm Anathema Device.