"Oh I'm a writer." Phoebe rattled off without thinking. She was proud of her work, for the most part and liked being a writer, being able to help people that way. A small scoffing noise and she closed her eyes a moment. Hand coming up to wave off the idiot feeling of not answering what he was actually asking. "I meant, the other job. You know the witch thing. Like a writer would get possessed."
Her laugh was genuine, as noticed but the slight snort to it. He walked faster than she did and so she took a few quicker steps to catch up. "Yeah you know, the plan. Innocents need saving, demons need vanquishing, so what's the plan?"