Peter & Sabrina - Box duty
Sabrina grunted softly as she adjusted the crate with a grateful smile to Peter, inwardly wondering how he could lift these boxes without too many issues. She was certain there was something more to him than he was letting on, but it wasn't her place to ask.
"Oh, he should be fine... and um, if not, he can always just teleport himself back to the bus." She scanned the horizon, his questions making her feel slightly concerned. Sabrina wasn't worried about Salem since she knew the demon could take care of himself, but what she hadn't accounted for was whether or not anyone out there with them would be able to stop the beast before it hurt anyone. Sabrina glanced over at Peter with a vaguely worried look on her face.
"What are the chances of someone here having a weapon or something to keep us all safe, just in case?" She kept her voice to a near-whisper, recognizing now how little thought she put into this plan to get them better meat.
"I guess he's heading in the direction of the kitchen, maybe we should tell someone...."