"A demon got past my defenses. Tore up most of my clothes and made a nusience of itself for a few days, nothing direct, but drove the space marine who offered to hunt it down half mad."

She tilts her head a bit.

"I'm not sure a passport from the nation of Peaceland would be that useful here. Just given how the media works here it has some personal things on it that I don't want ending up in next month's trash novels."