"Lois is pretty good at organizing things, from what I remember," he admitted. That was quite true. He recalled it was her that had helped put lists together of possible places to relocate too once the complex blew up. "A lot of people, hmm? Almost makes me wonder if we should be prepared for something. Could be this thing with the angels, or something else, something more."
He paused upon hearing the bad news, unsure of what to think. He knew these things happened of course. Routine. Spouses or couple go away, or friends, it was very common. But he had grown attached to them. They had shared something, felt bonded due to them each being in the Cage. He only hoped he had at least been a little helpful in assisting them in coping at the time. "Yes, well," he spoke finally, having collected his thoughts, "one good thing about Parker is she won't remember Hell. Others won't, either. Sid, though.. hopefully that Ghostface of hers that she spoke of won't resurface." Not that he was worried if it came here. From what he could tell of her past talks with him, the killer was only human. Easy for him to deal with, along with all the magic and superpowered people, he'd think Kirk would even beat him with fighting and phasers.
Damien did seem a bit relieved as to the offering of Greaves House. That was something. "Oh, thanks. Yes. I haven't lived in that one before, but I could now. It still comes with the usual, like a computer devices, care packages with clothes and a card, or whatever way it's done these days. I'm good with a single room." It wasn't like his mansion, but a single would have everything he needed as far as basics went. He could always wish for the manor again later on after all. "And you say you're general manager? In that case, I offer congrats. Who owns the place now? I know it used to be Epiphany, and then Spike, so I'd assume there's someone else that it had been passed on to by now."