"Then don't listen." She replied, glancing at the TV. she was immediately entranced by the contraption. It completely baffled her how this tiny, flat piece of metal could do anything. Shula watched as the reporter went over news of a car crash on a local highway, talking about the pileup and how three were injured and one dead.<br/><br/>The demon licked her lips, wanting to ask so many questions but not wanting to talk at the same time. "Thanks for the drink." She said, getting up herself with the intentions of getting herself something. She didn't want to be by the man. Not only that but she was genuinely thirsty. She looked at the shot glass he had left on the table and decided to indulge herself, down the entire thing with little trouble. It actually surprised her how much she enjoyed the drink. The demon was familiar with alcohol of course but she had never extensively drank, much less something this strong and expensive. The burn was what she liked the most. It left her almost breathless, a welcome feeling to the numbness she was going through.<br/><br/>Looking through the other cupboards she found a different glass and used it to get herself some water. She watched the TV, going to sit down again, a little further from Faelan this time. She continued hugging the pillow.