"I've got a bunch of jars and bottles, yeah. If Mary doesn't kill us as soon as we go through the door, then I'm sure we can grab a few. And she's got, like, 100 different books about supernatural things. There's gotta be at least a few that are holy enough in the pile." He put his hand against his chin, thinking about some of the other things that they might have. Creepy haunted shit wouldn't be in short order, they could find enough to justify a raid by the church in any of Mary's desk drawers. Word was out on if any of it would be helpful, but it was a start.<br/><br/>With a nod, Solomon hopped up and gave himself a boost with a few flaps of his wings, perching on Salem's shoulder. "Let's get on with it then. If it comes down to it, Aamu and I can probably sneak into somewhere that<span style="font-style: italic">does</span>have what we're looking for. Just take us wherever you think we might find something and leave the dirty work to us." Their weird, half-ethereal bodies would prove quite useful in whatever kind of thievery the group would need to commit. Even if the things weren't strictly necessary for the job.<br/><br/>A few climbs and a good walk later, they were back at the apartment building, and soon at Salem's door. He unlocked it and opened it up, and immediately heard the sound of something falling over and Mary grunting in frustration. He whispered under his breath, as not to attract her attention. "Aamu, you didn't break it, did you?" He questioned. That desk had been pretty expensive. Furniture always was.