Between religious fixtures, images set into colored glass and the cats who call this place home, it’s the cats who seize Ripley’s attention first. If presented with a challenging civil law case file, a fresh cup of coffee and a hundred-thousand credits straight to her bank account, her answer would remain the same.

Bernadette treats her to an aloof head-bump before stalking off to lounge in the multi-colored sun. Jude, however, remains fixed by Ripley's side, deciding to give his lowly human guest the time of day. He stretches his neck to sniff the sole of her shoe then flops to expose his belly. A not-so-subtle demand.

She coos and assortment of hi's and what a sweet baby's.

“You mean I’m not breaking some sacred law by coming here empty handed?” Ripley gestures limply to the gifts at each alter for emphasis. “Good to know. Normally I wouldn’t buy into this kind of thing, but they’ve made it real difficult not to.” She recalls the woman who’d first softened the blow of her arrival; pale, featureless, somewhat incorporeal. A Goddess.

“I’m interested. After you answer my questions.”