[Damn. Just as they were talking, too. Doctor had tried to check for listening devices in their penthouse, but Luce can already tell that it'll be their own managers who will be everywhere.]

[She rolls with it, however, getting up immediately and beaming as bright as a search light.]

Hello! Nyla, is it? Luce, Flowers Over Bones, maybe you've met my manager Angel? You've showed up just in time, I came over to talk with Bill, but Sans and I ended up chatting instead about a collaborative album idea! I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.