She scrunched up her face in confusion. Nothing of her life had really made any sense until New York, and now, after 15 years, none of it was making any sense again. "Deemons," she said, trying to say it like he had.
"Dæmons. From Texas? I just assumed ..." she trailed off. Neither of them - or none of them, she should count Hester too - needed her to finish that she thought they were some of the 'New Arrivals'. "I'm from England, originally, grew up there. I've been in New York for 15 years," she said. "We didn't have talking - rather, nothing talked over there except the humans. What is a dæmon?" Hester didn't look like a demon. Dæmons - from what Susan could tell, looked exceptionally ordinary.