X was releived to hear that. Surely, if Griffin wanted his son to be independent, he wouldn't mind if he was either. He started digging around in the pack again, looking for something more satisfying to eat than an apple. All the while, he listened to Sam talk about the newcomer in their midst. He was grateful for the like minded sentiment. "I don't like her either." The demon glanced over at her, sprawled out uncomfortably on the ground. An idea came to him at that; and his face lit up. "Maybe you can make her leave. Griffin won't listen to me. But he likes you more, so you tell him how much you don't like her, and maybe he'll make her go away." In his head it was a brilliant plan, providing Sam went through with it.
While Sam and X talked to one another, Ophelia began to wake up. She heard their voices echoing off the walls, though as far as what was said, she wasn't entirely aware. "Mmmmn," She grunted, stretching and turning as she awoke. "How long have you two been up?" She asked, innocent enough.
"None of your business." X retorted hastily before Sam could open his mouth.