Closing the door behind him, then flipping the lock into place, Mikaela turned to study him for a moment. She smiled slightly at his admission, not feeling the slightest bit insulted he'd chosen to use her as an excuse. If it was the truth, it was the truth, and she could only imagine how... stifling being around a group of close-knit people could be given what little she'd seen of his personality.
"Oh yes," she answered him. She picked up the tire iron and replaced it beside the door. Motioning for him to follow, she went to the window (the only window in the living room, in fact) that overlooked the street below. Mikaela pulled back her curtains and glanced outside, before tapping the pane with one finger.
"That's them," she stated simply. "Right across the street, under the awning." And sure enough, there the demons stood. A pair of them, blending into the shadows and ignored by the partiers who passed them on the sidewalk. Spotting her at the window they smirked and waved the annoying wave of theirs. Mikaela simply sighed and shook her head in response.