Somewhere between the 1st deck and what appeared to be another 1st deck, Lucifer heard the disconcertingly cheerful voice of their host and froze, only relaxing a hair after he realized where he was- and by extension, where he wasn't.
"Well," Lucifer began, "I don't suppose you know of any relatively safe areas outside the suppression field, would you? As good as it may be for keeping you and yours safe and undetected, I can't say I particularly enjoy what feels like a constant attack on the entirety of my being, so I'll probably head out for a while after I take a look at what's being set up for the foray into ruin-infested memories. Other than that, there's nothing I can think of that wouldn't likely fall under things you can't or aren't allowed to tell me."