Doyle woke with a start, his eyes shooting open immediately to see a strikingly beautiful and frightening woman hovering above him. He squinted against the offensive sunlight, having sensed something besides human about this woman but not really being able to determine anything beyond that. "Wha- Hey!" he scrambled away from the woman and pushed himself into a sitting position, noticing now that his clothes were still damp and he - surprise, surprise - was waking up from a surprisingly pleasant slumber courtesy of a metal bench outside of a building that, in his opinion, happened to be in the wrong place. What a night.
His tongue darted out across his lips, dried and cracked by the salt water of the previous night, and he glared at the woman with a mixture of annoyance and alarm. So, she wasn't human, that much he knew. But that was all he'd be able to figure out. Something was off, but exactly what that might be entirely evaded him, as per usual. Even in his human form, Doyle could sense certain things about people, but not nearly as well as he could sense things in his demonic form. There were too many people around right now for her to hurt him, he reasoned, and it also happened to be broad daylight. So he was safe. Right? He eyed her warily, words failing him. His throat was hoarse and he suddenly felt like a strong drink might do him some good at the moment.
"Whaddya want?" he finally croaked, swallowing hard in an attempt to get some moisture circulating throughout his throat and mouth. His eyes flickered briefly to her mouth when he caught sight of some disconcertingly sharp teeth. What the hell?