Admittedly, surviving was something she was getting good at. Whether it be by her own sometimes questionable smarts, or divine providence (Praise Satan indeed), Sabrina was starting to develop a habit of stepping in shit and coming out smelling like roses. It wasn't something she was proud of, but at the same time as someone who enjoyed being alive she saw no reason to overthink about it. Although she had her doubts about the whole 'greater purpose' thing now that her doppelganger was fully ensconced in Hell.
Of course, all the sturm und drang of home was far away from here, at least to this Sabrina. There was some other Sabrina there, interacting with her family and friends, probably trying to save the world or run for student body president or something equally ludicrous. Whatever it was that Sabrina was doing, there was no point dwelling on it since for all she knew there would be all sorts of messes for her to clean up once she was released from the hotel. Again, not something she wanted to waste energy considering.
From out of the corner of her eye, she noticed someone coming into the kitchen. Biting her lower lip as she concentrated on making sure she got the ratios for her chocolate peanut butter ice cream right, she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of Killian's familiar voice. "By the dark lord Killian, I didn't feel you come in," she breathed out as she looked over at him. "I'm making cookie ice cream sammiches, you're welcome to help if you like," she mentioned, a puzzled note in her tone as she tried to figure out what had changed with Killian to make his aura unrecognizable to her.