The goddess leant back into the car seat and sighed lightly, easing away from stiffness and into relaxation. "It's a bit more jolly excitement than having your bottom pinched by the suits in first class." And of course, this was her little excuse for her occassional terrorising of the stewardesses at the airports between Florida and New York City. Omoikane was perfectly well-behaved on the plane, just getting her to relinquish her phone and/or laptop in order to board was sometimes the hassle.
She wouldn't be surprised if, by now, they had a little photograph of her on a bulletin board with her name under it and a warning tag. It would include the word evil at least twice.
"It's a good job. I wouldn't mind the toils of a tea house once in a while of course, but the people involved certainly keep you on your toes, and it pays the bills." She fiddled with her fingernails a little as she thought about the job she was actually here to do -- a simple infidelity check-up. It was amazing how much people would pay, and what lengths they would go to, just to make sure their partner was faithful without actually confronting them with their doubt. It was this attitude that kept her and her agency thriving of course, but it was still a little sad.