It had taken Sherry a few minutes to promise Tish she'd be fine and that she wouldn't get hurt. The man's sent was faint on Tish's jacket, but it was normal, so she knew that she and Clark wouldn't be dealing with a demon at least. It still bothered her a little that he was going, but she wasn't going to complain to him about it, just in case it was something she couldn't handle, the young tyrant knew that until she had really faced everything this world had to face, there would be times she'd be out of her league.
The young tyrant stepped out of the complex, her denim jacket in one arm, the free hand closing her cell, tucking it into the pocket of her jeans. The sleeveless shirt she wore was tasteful, almost like she was trying to look harmless, though the way she stood showed she had some form of training. "I was able to get enough that I'll know if we find him, but the pie messed up any chance of me tracking him that way." She stopped a few feet away from him. "Best bet would be to look around there. I don't want to spook them though, really want to catch this guy before he hurts someone else." She glanced back at the building. "And I want Tish to feel safe again. She's too good to be stuck here." Sherry shook her head a moment. "That sound like a good idea to you? You've been here longer than I have."