Alaedra has to restrain herself from laughing at the poor human's plight. It's almost too much, these very silly rules and procedures and numbered documents, but it is Hell, after all.<br/><br/>When it's her turn, Alaedra decides to just rattle off the answers. It would be somewhat amusing to irritate the devil if she can do it fast enough.<br/><br/>"Form 18A, Alaedra Lys'kihri, Drow, one-hundred and sixty-four, female, clean. I'm staying at an inn a couple blocks over called 'Rest for the Weary'. There. What else do you need? Do I need a form 936.2 amended as well?" Alaedra finishes, stepping back to show her barely clad form, leotard, gloves and stockings clinging to her tightly.