"Rise." Formality was a necessity and while there was certainly a part of Her that enjoyed and craved it, there was little time for ceremony in a Los Angeles overrun by demons.
She took a long moment to look over the four assembled in front of Her. The three eldest did not bear their wings, but She could see them anyway. It didn't matter which part of them they chose to show Her. She saw it all. She knew that Castiel fancied himself in love with his demon. She knew that Bartleby carried the guilt of Loki's death in his heart. She knew that Loki remained oblivious to it, instead focused on his job. She knew that Eve missed her daughter, partner, and boyfriend, all three who had been left behind when she'd been transported to Los Angeles.
Still, they'd put all this to the side to come to Her. Just as She'd expected. It gave Her hope for them, especially for the eldest. Her fallen, and falling.
She looked to the eldest and highest of them all first. Castiel. "Lilith runs free throughout the city while the one I chose from Hell does nothing. Why?" She asked. She didn't blame him. Humans had their free will and they did with it what they would, but she'd thought better of Dean Winchester.
She turned next to Eve, Her face a sight more pleasent. "Of you, I ask a favour. Your sword," She said, nodding to Eve's hip where the item in question would naturally sit. "The mouthy fallen one will need it. Just once."
With that, Her lips quirked upwards even more and she turned to the Fallen. "And you two?" She asked, raising a godly eyebrow. "Your vacation ends now."