Lucifer and Isadora stepped into the room like they were auditioning for a role in Professional Trespassers: The Musical. Sure, they weren't exactly invited, but the confidence was key. They had swagger, a mission, and apparently zero concerns about getting caught.
"Now, Isadora," Lucifer began, with the tone of someone explaining a board game with way too many rules, "think of yourself as a part of the system again. You know, like you're a normal human. Blend in. Breathe it. Be it."
"Oh, sure," Isadora quipped, rolling her eyes like a pro. She took a deep breath and then reappeared in the room with the flourish of someone hoping for applause. "Doesn't this place have any security?"
"It has," Lucifer replied, already moving toward the shelves.
"It has?!" Isadora echoed, her voice shooting up an octave in genuine shock. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, but since she was wearing her trusty mask, all she accomplished was smacking herself in the face.
