Emily has never had the pleasure of opening a door to Milliways, but she's willing - after Aether mediates for the wall-minded Aegis - to provide a long string of doors to try. Aether heads back to her room after Aegis is set up therewith.
"Amariah said you wouldn't open a door for her even when she offered to trade you her spiffy knife she killed a god's right-hand angel with. So if that's it I must be way charminger than everyone thinks I am."
"Controlled ones. Also last time somebody tried to kill me it was way classier than decapitation."
"No, it really was, they got hold of a superweapon that wasn't supposed to be anywhere in the solar system and launched it at my ship."
"I didn't die," says Aegis. "Technically. Some of us have died, though. None of it was very classy but there was definitely an ordering, you've got your car crash and your misaimed magic and your assisted suicide to escape a magic bond and your nuclear explosion." She makes gestures, ranking these from least to most classy.
"Dead isn't very dead for those ones. We get to - well, actually none of 'em wrote ballads, but Juliet amuses herself telling the story sometimes."
"What were you expecting?" shrugs Aegis, swaying. "Like, I'm usually all kinds of interesting, but right now I'm kinda preoccupied, I miss my boyfriend and Jane and stuff and your world is kuso, I want to go home."
"Okay, I'll just open some more doors I guess," shrugs Aegis, and she floats towards the next one.
She grins, stands in the way of its reclosing, and brainphones the other three Bells and two Jokers.
The Bells who can teleport bring those who cannot to Aegis's side, and they all cram through the door eagerly.