"Quick, while she's not looking, try to kill me," says Ling.
"I'd love to," says Angustias, "Is this a game to you?"
"Not like your a threat to me." Ling shakes her head.
"What is that supposed to mean?" snarls Angustias.
"She won't kill me. Ya can't."
"Why did you stop running?" Angustias slides toward Ling.
Ling ignores her and sits on the bed. She pulls out her magic orb and flicks it. "I've been trying to save this world again, but ya idiots chasing me making that a helluva pain."
Angustias towers over Ling. "Then why not just walk in. We both know you could have."
Ling continues flicking the orb, scrolling the images on it. "Would either of ya have just let me in? If it weren't her idea?"
Angustias rages, unable to find words.
"Keep hissing, snake." Ling's eyes stay on the images in her orb, scrolling onward.
For a moment, Angustias' hand twitches, as if she intends to conjure her weapons once more, but she relents, glancing back to the bathroom door. "You will not drive my daughter from me."
"Yeah, I know how much that sucks," says Ling. Subtle laughter comes out of the other room, by pure coincidence.
"You're responsible for that yourself, gex," says Angustias, slithering away and positioning herself toward the door.
"No s***e, demon," says Ling, "Don't worry, ya'll have gobs of chances to f**k it up yourself."
"Do you not fear death?" asks Angustias, folding her arms.
"Hard to fear it," Ling continues scrolling though pictures, "When I know ex-act-ly where I'm going." She raises a hand and wiggles her claws. "Viva~ Los Vicios!" She laughs. "So, my daughter's trophy wife's not breaking my legs anytime soon."
Angustias grabs her own face. "What is taking them so long? IS SHE SEWING HER A DRESS?"