She listened quietly, brow furrowing just slightly as she absorbed what he was saying, "It's definitely demons." She said, looking grim, "I'd know, I had one the last time around." She managed to suppress her shudder, if only barely, shaking her head, "And if that's not what we're dealing with now I ... don't think I want to know what it is."
She shrugged then, rubbing both arms to get herself back together, at least mentally, reminding herself that the ladderwork of scars were still there under her sleeves, "It's not a base of operations so much as a foxhole, going to really go crazy if I stay here much longer, so I'll come with you, just let me grab my board."
She vaulted the counter easily, slipping into the back room to get her board and her backpack, "Need me to carry anything? I can haul a lot of weight."