She seemed a little shaken, and John couldn't blame her, not really. He remembered the first time he'd seen a demon, a real demon. It'd been absolutely fucked. People had died. Even without death, they had a darkness about them that it took some getting used to. And no one should have had to.
"Just in a fight?" He asked, bolstered by her laugh. He took the time to get up off of his ass though, brushing off his slacks and his jackets before looking around the room again, all the doors closed. "I see what they meant saying it's not keen, going at it alone."