Miranda watched out of the corner of her eye as the demon started sniffing the air curiously, a cold shiver running down her spine. Her presence was all but undetectable to angel and demon alike, and her scent was very, very faint; no matter how hard you scrub some dirt just never comes off completely. However for all intents and purposes she smelled like a human, albeit one with a subtle and yet out of place scent of something else.<br/><br/>He seemed curious though and out of the corner of her eye she could see him waving her over. Cold blue eyes glared back at him as trails of smoke elegantly twirled around her, rising from the cigarette in her hand. Her normal response in a situation like this was to tell whoever tried talking to her to get lost (if she was in a polite mood), although demons weren't exactly famous for taking rudeness well so she simply tried ignored him instead.