Christy, having had a note slipped beneath her hotel room door, had arrived at the abandoned warehouse prepared to set fire to anything that so much as threatened her. It seemed too good of a gathering to be true, especially with the probable vanquish in her future courtesy the Charmed Ones. As she waited for whatever the gathering was to begin, she kept to herself, but finally, as introductions began, she cleared her throat.
"I'm Christy. I'm a witch. My primary powers are telepathy and firestarting," then, as she'd been looking for him for a while, "And if anyone's seen the demon, Dumain, let me know. I need to speak with him."