Hop hop hop. His apartment is built atop Ambaróna's largest concert hall, with a vaulted ceiling and glass windows on three sides looking out on the city skyline and on the palace and out to the sea. 

"Oh wow."

"Welcome to Ambaróna! That's the palace over there, and we're atop a concert hall - I actually mostly copied the concert hall off one in Hell, they have had millennia to get good at the acoustics-with-no-concern-for-material-limits thing." He walks over to his desk, shuffles through what looks like a box of gleaming stylized laser pointers. He selects a dark red one, hands it to her - "you point it at the floor and press the button -"

"Do I? What is it?"

"It summons demons! They can make you all your things back, if you'd like them, or any other things you might ask for. But you should let me do the negotiating."

"Shouldn't I have a shopping list first?"

"I suppose that'd be responsible. - should we go back for your family -"

"I dunno - my siblings aren't old enough to leave my parents and my parents aren't supposed to leave their jobs -"

"I asked your mother what happened if we just gave everyone in your world the option to emigrate to somewhere nicer but she was I think a little flustered by the question -"

"Yeah I think you scared her. Uh if all the reds leave nobody else'll do our jobs."

"And would all the reds leave, given a choice?"

"Maybe not all but a whole lot."

"What're the jobs -"

"Anything to do with dead bodies or garbage or wastewater."

"Could just give 'em robots."

"Every now and then someone suggests that and we riot because we do not wish to be slaughtered as redundancies."

" - so no robots until we've gotten you all out? Or at least gotten permission to take you all?"

"Yeah pretty much."

"Okay. Unless your governments are remarkably hard to work with we can still probably get them all resettled by the end of the year."

"I've never tried, can't help you with that."

"You can help me by knowing about problems I might not think of - like, most societies would not slaughter suddenly-redundant citizens, we might have been taken aback by that if we'd just met them and handed them lots of technology -"

"We're unclean, if we aren't needed to handle other unclean things they wouldn't want us to be anywhere at all."

"Well. Are you pretty much self-policing and self-governing, we could just drop everybody on a nice temperate planet with a set of pens for everyone -" he gestures at the laser pointers he said summon demons - "or we could integrate them into existing communities."

"There's some interface people but we could mostly self-organize, it's just none of us know how to farm or manufacture anything..."

"Demons can make arbitrary material objects. It's just a question of what'll produce the healthiest and happiest communities - your mother seemed skittish around me but I don't know if that means you'd integrate badly if it were announced properly and done more formally -"