Megan who didn't look old enough to drink herself and by human years, wasn't glared at the tender who gave her the rum and coke she'd asked for.  She looked over as the flying one entered.  SHe could feel the tension and made her way over to him.<br/><br/>"Wait Darien..." she said as she stepped rather close to the stranger.<br/><br/>"If he's who I think he is...I highly doubt you or anyone here could take him down."  She gazed up at the stranger. "you helped us back there...didn't you?  Are you a demon?"<br/><br/>No point in beating around the bush with her questions.