Asmodia cranes her neck around. It's kind of a nice sunny day on the beach and she is a dragon and... even though she has an enormous backlog of work to do which is no doubt even larger now that people have spent several hours unsupervised... Asmodia still feels an odd sense that she has never actually been religious enough to experience before, that the world is kind of neat and somebody put in a bunch of work to maintain it for her, and that flying around a bit as a dragon would be one way of appreciating it.
"...you did just tell me to take a break. I'll possibly try flying around and maybe test out my breath weapon, targeted at the ocean obviously, if that's okay with you and Security. Somebody yell at me to get to ground before my thirteen minutes are up?"