"I suppose that would make things difficult." Lucifer nodded. "Not knowing who you can trust, and who is on your side - or at the very least, not sided with the aliens."
He sat back and thought about what to ask. She didn't seem ready to answer questions about her friends or herself. She didn't want to give up whatever limited power they had. Lucifer understood that well. He'd not wanted to give up a certain love, a certain attention that he'd gotten when he'd first been created. He'd thought himself better, and he was better. But because of one little thing, one tiny difference, that love had turned its focus. And he had then rebelled.
Power was a hell of a thing, and it came in many forms.
"Do you know how they transfer you from planet to planet? Is escape possible? Is your group filled with just run of the mill human sorts?" He knew the answer to the last question. He proved that it wasn't. His very being there also proved that whatever they were, the aliens had some of their own power. Or something that assisted them in having it. There was no way that he should have been brought here without his knowledge, and he had no memory of movement from LA to this strange world.