Listening to his comrades' suggestions, Solomon's jaw tensed as he considered the plan. Sending in the loudest of the team while everyone else slipped in sounded good. Less chance of being utterly overwhelmed by whatever beasts were on patrol in the house, of which he was sure there was a great many. He turned towards Salem, who stopped bolting after the team after everyone quit moving and strolled over, pointing at him. "You're with me, of course. How good are you at climbing?"<br/><br/>Salem gave a noncommittal shrug. "I, uh, got halfway up a rock wall once," He admitted. For some reason, he suspected he'd have a much easier time maneuvering here in Limbo. The gravity didn't feel any lesser or greater, but he sure felt a hell of a lot stronger. If he could swing around a heavy stone blade, he could probably climb around easily enough.<br/><br/>"Good enough. Let's get moving," Solomon suggested. With a swing of his legs, he moved himself to the top of the light post, which he then leaped from to gain enough height to start flying again. His wings flapped until he was able to glide towards the mansion, and once at the wall, he caught himself on a grate hanging outside a window. The bars felt unpleasant under his bony fingers. A weak sanctification, or one done improperly, if he had to guess. He lacked the raw strength to tear the bars away himself, but he motioned Aamu over to help. Her muscle, provided she actually<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>muscle in that strange biology of hers, would work much better for the job.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Mary, brushing her hair out from in front of her eye, noticed the strange stare Eve was giving her. For a few moments her face remained blank, but in an attempt to be friendly, her lips wrenched into a shitty lopsided smile. It was a nice thought, but Mary's own social awkwardness was showing pretty clearly. When she was asked a question, she opened her mouth to speak, but paused as she considered how to word it.<span style="font-style: italic">I fell in?</span>No, too unclear.<span style="font-style: italic">Some asshole shadow grabbed me and sucked me into here?</span>Too aggressive. She motioned with her hand towards the place in the library she'd come out of, as if to emphasize it. "Oh, I...Well...There was a, a portal, I guess?" Proper terminology for demonic magic wasn't her forte. "In the hallway. I guess I got too close, and it pulled me through."