Verona says, "I can try to orient you further but I'm not especially educated on world affairs."

"I figured! I can conjure up my own reading material. Uh, since you're my summoner, if anything bad happens to you, I might go poof. I should make sure before I go anywhere else that you have a way to get ahold of me if all the food is stolen or anything."

"If you want me to be safe- Neither here nor Denver is really great, actually. Something could happen in either place. But if I can - telegram you or something, it'd probably be fine."

"You can write 'letter to Cam' on anything committed to written form and I will be able to conjure it, but I was thinking you might want something suitable for more emergent emergencies than that."

"Like a bear beating down my door? I have a Winchester 1887. Probably a good idea nonetheless. Oh, are the space heaters going to be any good for cooking?"

"You know what, they're not, actually, I should add some little camp stove deals." He makes another gazebo outside the barn with battery operated camp stoves and another generator-charger.

"Because people would definitely keep using their stoves without that. Maybe even with it." She halfsmiles. "I'm trying to think of anything helpful to you at all. I remember hearing that China and India have the most people and they don't even have real industry so you might want to go there if fixing the whole planet doesn't work, save the most people..."

"Yeah, probably, though I do really want to figure out why this is happening and how to fix it wholesale."

"You could try to find Nansen and Scott? They supposedly went all the way into the arctic to take scientific readings, trying to figure it out."

"Perhaps! I will steal their data from here and see if they're onto anything." Nansen and Scott's writings for the last six months?

Nansen: Is travelling from place to place in the arctic. He writes mostly detailed observation logs, analyses, and reports on wind patterns. The data says it's going to get really, really, really cold. Probably. Also, giant megastorms maybe? He wants more data from more places. He's leaning towards the theory 'meteor strike or volcano = tons of atmospheric dust'.

Scott: Writes considerably less than Nansen. Apparently he's a ship captain and his job is supporting explorers looking for good generator construction sites.

...meteorites over the past year, to scale.

That's a really big rock! It hit somewhere in the deep Amazon.

"What's that?" Asks Verona.

"Asteroid! Struck in South America. Definitely the sort of thing that will give you a problem. - How would you feel about summoning some more people?"

"So a giant rock hit us? -Somewhat skeptical, being honest."

"You ever see a shooting star?"

"I'm familiar with the concept, I think. The 'somewhat skeptical' was in regards to the summoning more people, because a small part of me is screaming about hellfire and damnation, damn my reason."

"Oh. Does it help that I want you to summon angels?"

"...It really shouldn't, considering that by some lines of logic I shouldn't trust anything you say and also that Christianity doesn't make all men saints, but going into paroxysms of paranoia would be. Not helpful. So, yes it actually does."

"Good. I can make stuff, but only make it. Angels can get rid of it. Enough of 'em might be able to make a meaningful dent in the atmospheric junk."

"...Hmm. The planet is very big and it'd be all spread out, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, but the crash site may still be emitting more and that won't be, and that's the long term worry more than what's already distributed. In the short term of course I'll want to patch food supplies and heating infrastructure."

"Okay. I guess we're doing this. My responsibility as a human being to help others, especially with so much at stake."

"Okay. Not right now, because I don't know if summoning is going to work totally normally here and want to cherry-pick the angels a bit, I'm going to do some remote correspondence with other demons and stuff."

"Can I help. I'm getting the strangest feeling that everything I thought I knew was wrong with demons picking out angels and corresponding by magic. Either the priests are right and you're trying to take my soul or the atheists are right and you're not supposed exist at all, pick one, right, except actually neither-" She pinches herself. "I'm rambling. You could stay in my house while you correspond instead of standing out in the open. -If anyone notices you and asks, you delivered the aid supplies but have to leave again soon and unfortunately can't give anyone else a ride, that's simplest."