*A light chuckle escapes the shadow* Underworld? No, no, not there. Not even he is allowed there, and only really goes there rarely, not bringing attention to himself. No, to a small city he had made to help house refugees and other people. *Noting the disk being inserted into her pocket, he decides not to mention it, and takes out a metal rod with a bunch of hexagonal screens wrapped around it and a strange bulb on the top, starting to fiddle with it* Yeah, you'll be meeting him in his office.