The tingling sensation that spread through her body from the protection ritual almost had Lilith giggling, ut only almost. She did manage to keep a straight face due to the seriousness of the situation. Then as she got into the minivan it was hard not to notice the large muscular lady in the back.<br/>"Hi. I'm Lilith," she said when Fion introduced the lady and tried not to stare at the stitches around her joints. Was this lady ... nah ... it couldn't be. This was the real world and not Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Then again these were witches and she supposed with a bit of skilled needlework and a bit of necromancy it might be possible that this large woman was technically not alive.<br/><br/>She took the flask from Fion and nodded. An invigorating potion was exactly what she needed. The aspirin had taken care of the head ache but she didn't know how much more she had left in her and they were after all on their way to fight a demon, one that Chrystabel had summoned. The potion lived up to every part of Fion's description with regards to taste, it was like drinking toothpaste dissolved in lemon juice. It did exactly what Fion had suggested it would though. Within a minute of having swallowed down the potion Lilith felt like she would never sleep again. She was wide awake and could feel the energy surge through her veins. She was ready to take on whatever they encountered out there, or at least that was how she felt. She even bopped along to the song on the radio.<br/><br/>When they got to the police station she scanned the environments and then she closed her eyes for a few seconds while Fion put the put the elderly cop at the reception desk to sleep.<br/>"Cells!" she said and pointed down a corridor to the left with a set of stairs and nothing else at the end of it.<br/>Then she smiled wryly when she saw how Athena disposed of the two cops who were in their way as if they were little more than rag dolls.<br/>"Do we have a plan?" she asked Fion.