Well.. good. She started to storm off down the hall, itching for the shower when Satan's words stopped her dead in her tracks. She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes narrowed into hateful green flames at the dig. "Call him." her words dripping in acid, "He's probably been miserable without me all this time and can't wait to come and get me." because if he wasn't here to get her by the time she was done showering, Godzilla's trip to Tokyo would look like an unruly child's play time with legos compared to what she would do.