Seeing the demon appear, and then listening to him give his information, Fan was a little too tired to be more than pleasantly surprised that the building wasn't suddenly lit up with explosions like the world's worst Christmas tree. When he defended himself in reference to her calling him a creep earlier, she actually smiled widely.<span style="color: #00BF00">"Yeah, yeah, suuure,"</span>she teased, tone obviously not serious. She slowly got up from the table, taking the second device he'd handed her that day.<span style="color: #00BF00">"You got a lot of gadgets, buddy."</span>Stowing it in her jacket, she gave him a long look, trying to take in and remember his features. Tired as she was, she wanted to be easily able to tell him apart from other demons. She imagined he had done the same with her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"I appreciate what you're... No, actually, I don't really understand what you're doing at all. But you saved my life and you didn't have to."</span>Fan tried to give this strange demon her full attention, even if her nature was calling on her to do pretty much anything but stand around and talk. It seemed kind of... Important, just at the moment, for the same reason she was trying to take in the details of his appearance. These things would matter down the road.<br/><br/>Extending her hand to him, the rebel woman reinforced her smile.<span style="color: #00BF00">"I'm called Fan."</span>Her brown eyes gave him an implicit look, the implication here being 'and now you tell me your name.'