Virgil wouldn't even have noticed the girl if he hadn't been watching the kitchen door with quite possibly the longest sulk in the history of sulks on his face. But he did, and he saw her almost drop the bag. With a small frown he moved forward to help, but it seemed she had it anyway. "Sorry." He didn't mean to scare her, or anyone but he waved back. Watching her curiously.
"Need a hand?" He said as he stood up from his childish pouting. He was being a bit of a brat and he knew it, but he couldn't help it. He was scared. He'd never admit it out loud but the idea of demons terrified him. Meta humans, super freaks, all fine and dandy but he understood those and what made most of them tick. It wasn't hellfire and whatever else. Demons were from the unknown, and naturally he was worried about it.