Aware of when she was being checked out, Sabrina didn't mind in the slightest. She knew full well that she didn't look like much of a fighter. Of course, that's because she technically wasn't one; while witches certainly had combative spells, the majority of what they did was supportive magic. Being the Herald of Hell came with a few added perks, though.
"De nada," Sabrina answered reflexively as she paused to give him a moment to adjust to the air here. "It's my pleasure. I kind of like leading people around." A joke, which she hoped he got. "Salem hasn't decided if he likes you yet, but he's friendly unless he senses that you plan on doing harm to me," Sabrina revealed.
"Relatively often, but there's not really a rhyme or reason to it. For the most part, people are brought here across tike, space, and dimensions. We can't leave on our own, but the hotel sometimes sends people back." Sabrina walked a little slower to give him a chance to pet Salem. "Sometimes the hotel gives people items from their home. I've gotten a few things. In the meantime, you might be able to find something to use as a weapon."