"Get used to it," Epiphany said simply as she put away the last of the bottles and jars she had sitting around. "Sometimes I feel like completely ridiculous shit happens more often here than it does back home. Since I got here there have been multiple kidnappings, we got shoved five years into the future for a couple weeks, came back and realized we missed five months of our lives here, had a few days where we were all irrationally happy no matter what happened, and that's just scratching the surface. I'm not even including all the grade-A pissants that show up and go around possessing, killing, or just generally pissing people off."
Once she finished closing her shoddy cabinets she sat back down and looked at John. He looked like shit, probably due to being infected with whatever sin it was that had it's grips on him (envy, from the looks of it), and due to trying to figure it all out. Those were Epiphany's theories, at least. "Actually, aside from a couple of the times I've gone out since you got here, I haven't spent all that much time around Nathan," she said with a shrug. "Look, maybe knowing this'll help keep that jealousy of yours at bay for a bit. I'm not seeing Nathan, he's just one of my mates." Sure, she slept with him a couple times, but that didn't need to be said at that particular moment.
"So now that that's out in the open, I haven't even gone out in a few days. Unless you count going out to try and track down more ingredients for my potions."