"Salem, I'm sorry about the library shit back there. It wasn't supposed to work that way," Joe said. "To be honest, it would've been fine but we were dragged into the seventh plane of darkness thanks to these two." He jabbed a finger at the demons, and Aamu bowed her head like she was resigned. She, however, did not give two shits about their library stuff. Solomon was right, they had more important things to worry about than some kid's day job. "Anyway, Solomon said we should do something... uh, productive? Because apparently we're gonna keep getting warped back into Limbo every night. Thanks for giving us a heads up, by the way. I didn't know we were on a 'need-to-know' basis, here."<br/><br/>Aamu shrugged. "Since none of you have any experience with combat, I would suggest that we start there. But yes, Salem, we can get out of here. Actually, that would be best if we're going to teach you boys how to deal with opponents. We can't have any sparring in the middle of the street, now can we?" she said, her deep tones echoing in everyone's ears. She looked around for a moment. "What do you suggest... Solomon?" she tried out the name Salem had christened him with. She liked the sound of it. "I'm not going to call the shots around here."<br/><br/>Joe shot Salem an apologetic look, and then began speaking to Solomon. "You should say what you said to me to Salem, he'd probably want to know... And if you need a quiet and secluded area or something like that, I totally know a place that's perfect in the summer time," he said, though he directed the last part of his little speech to everyone. He wanted to make sure that Salem acknowledged that he felt bad, but there were more important matters to address.