Charlie stared at the demoness while she spoke. She took the insult to her baking skills without standing up for them - while she could make a dessert, she knew Arrianna's special brownies probably could take the cake (so to speak) anyway. "Well...." she said at first, looking from the book to the lady, back to the book... "I didn't know anything<em>demonic</em>would come through... As far as I can tell, we don't have much choice where these people come from." She shrugged and went on in a weird voice, "I haven't a clue where the weird "lion man" from earlier came from. Do you, Lee?" She instantly winced as she said her sister's name. It might have been her choice to give her own away to the evil-looking creature, but she shouldn't have spoken for her partner in crime.<br/><br/>There was something really sick about watching the icky stuff from the dead body crawl over and around the new arrival. Charlie hoped against hope that the substance actually transformed and didn't just<em>look</em>like clothing. Transformation! Such a strange thing to be running through her mind! But after what had already happened.... why not?<br/><br/>"a-Wait..." the dreadlocked redhead responded, scratching her chin. "You mean there's a<em>good</em>kind of demon?" The concept was lost on her. She didn't respond to the threat of violence at all but did answer the lady's final question with a straight face and monotone voice, not wanting to give any more away than she had to. "I have watermelon jolly ranchers in my backpack." And she pointed that way, hoping the demoness would go for the candy in stead of seeking out the stairs.