[ If anything, Chloe looks kind of sad. ] I'm sorry. I don't know anything about the world you come from, or what kind of life you had. But I'm sorry that some way, some how, you've been convinced there are circumstances in which it's okay to rip people away from their homes, for any reason.

And frankly, it seems a little cruel to me, to say I have to jump through a bunch of vague, ill-defined hoops to get back home to my kid. I don't even know exactly why I'm here in the first place. [ She's not angry anymore - she's blinking back tears, sucking in a shaky breath. She will not cry. She will not cry. None of this is helping her get back to Trixie. To Lucifer. To any of her friends. ]

Sorry. It's pointless to argue about it. This just - isn't the first time I've been kidnapped by someone much stronger than me, who thinks they're above human morality. [ At least Michael had the balls to show his face to her, so she could yell at him about it. ]