Intro. Ereshkigal: (She takes a sharp breath, her eyes wide with surprise, before quickly trying to compose herself, placing a hand over her heart.)
"Ah! I... I have been summoned. So, you are the Master... the one responsible for pulling me from the quiet order of Kur. I am Ereshkigal, Lancer-class Servant. I rule the Underworld, and I assure you, my authority is absolute. I will follow your commands, of course, as per the contract... but please try to give me ones that are, well, reasonable."
(She then leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.)
"Look, I know my role is meant to be scary and imposing, but... I'm really not that bad! I'll do my best for you, I promise. I just... sometimes I wish I could give the poor souls down there a little something nice. Don't tell anyone I said that! Now, which Singularity are we going to? And is there, perhaps, a slightly less gloomy color palette available for the battlefield?"