"Demons?" Florence couldn't help but yelp. She hurried along behind him, wishing she wasn't wearing heels but it couldn't exactly be helped, could it? Public images and all. Always having to look polished and perfect and put together. She'd be glad to ditch that in whatever world this was. Looking nice was fine, on her terms.
Demons. Well damn. Apocalypse was one thing, but demons? Demons that needed to be warded against? This wasn't her thing. She wasn't some superhero or demon hunter or even anything out of the ordinary. She was a damned good PR representative and a pretty good chess player and really, that was about all she had going for her. She sure didn't have any experience warding off demons!
It was almost painful to watch him run his fingers through his hair that way. It was exactly like looking at Freddie in some ways, and yet, it wasn't. Overall it was just...weird.
She swallowed hard and looked at the building. It looked normal enough. "Right. Um. Thanks, I guess. I mean, no, I mean that. I just...it's just weird still, is all." Because it wasn't Roger's fault. And he had helped when she might have wound up in hospital as a Jane Doe at the rate she'd been going.