[Fizz's eyes track Regis as he moves closer; although he has decided to trust that the man has no active ill intention so far, he's still a mostly unknown quantity and this whole situation is an anxiety inducing shit-show. But he doesn't move back or away, choosing to remain stood there too.

Fuck, he's tall.

The idea of Blitzø being able to rally the armies of Hell to find him is such a ridiculous thought that Fizz actually laughs to himself for a few moments, a deep raspy chuckle that echoes in the underground space.]

You don't need to worry about any armies. I mean-- shit. Oz. Uh, maybe armies might be a problem, after all.

[How many succubus and incubus demons does Asmodeus have? And all of them have legal access to cross between worlds. If only there was a way he could get in touch and at least let Ozzie know he was safe, and then...]

...fuck, I'm an idiot.

[Scrabbling in his pocket, he pulls out his cell phone. The case on the back is bright blue and says CUM FOR THE JOKES in a swirly font, with a little clown charm at the top. It's the most out of place thing to exist in this world of fantasy and monsters, not that Fizz realises that.]

Shit, no signal.