"Well don't you just have the worst luck." Stated an otherwise entirely inconspicuous rat on a bag of trash. It chewed a few more times on the bit of cheesy cardboard in its front paws before dropping it. Definitely a sewer rat, with its massive frame and bulk, and wiry grey-white hairs. But rats didn't talk, and not with the voice of a certain amused sounding demon. Satanachia offered absolutely no explanation for his presence, and entirely ignored the fact that he was a rat, obviously in favor of gloating over the girl.