"It's fine, I was partially expecting something like the. Besides, you've already helped me a lot anyway."
A virtual keyboard and screen appear in front of her and she begins typing, going through with the idol's requests. D.M.E would feel as if she were wearing an invisible armor after this.
"If there's nothing else, I should be heading back. We'll meet again soon."
It can be gleaned from many conversations that WASH is already aware of some of Operator's actions, though they haven't been able to confirm its existence. They theorize that it's a being well-versed on the digital scape, separate from the idol, but other than that have little to go on. For some reason, there's much discussion about whether or not it's a human, though many are skeptical of it even being an individual, to begin with.
"Gh!"
Algos is able to see the demon's memories clearly.
The image of one demon, in particular, stands out. One that Algos may or may not be familiar with depending on how well-versed he is in the politics of Hell. The demon lord responsible for keeping a record of the underworld's affairs, she was considered a likely successor to the king of all demons even before the Old Gods were banished from Hell. Mikage. This demon seems to be a direct subordinate to her. Just as Algos' mind's eye gazes upon the memory of her visage, it gazes back with a grin.
"Well, well, well! Another who's apt at gathering knowledge! Were you looking for me, dear?"
The demon boss leans back, mouth agape as he screams. Black sludge flows out of every orifice on his head, coalescing into a puddle on the ground from which the girl emerges. She places a hand atop his head.
"Pardon my sweet Jurz here, he never quite understood the whole manners thing."