"Thanks," Cerise responded with a small smile, taking a sip of her drink. She didn't extend her hand to shake; physical contact wasn't something that she was particularly prone to on the basis that she was, well, somewhat dangerous to the touch. "Nice to meet you, Ruby, I'm Cerise."
She lifted a shoulder, "Far as I understand it, most of the facilities are the same, just a different layout. Limbo is bigger than the one in South Dakota." Thankfully she had a good sense of direction.
She glanced around, eyes moving past Ruby to the throng of people that were milling about as if they had nothing better to do. She guessed, in a place like this, they probably didn't. It was awful. Just like the other one. If this is what was done with supers, no wonder it was kept a secret.
"Scott Deacon," she answered, "Though I haven't met him." She wasn't a troublemaker, but she also wasn't all that interested in playing whatever game they had going on here. "It'd be too much to hope that you know him, wouldn't it."