"We had demon visitors a few weeks ago, they were fun." Jeanette thought so at least, the others it seemed were less enamoured by the creatures. But that was their warped sense of fun. "And a while before that there was some fun with the haunted hotel. I like when the ghosts come out to play." Dead things had to stick together. Ghosts were a real giggle.
Jeanette was almost questioning at the hand, most people only offered her body parts to snack on, but -- OH WAIT, human thing, hand shaking. Got it. Minding her strength, and the fact that her hands would be ice cold, Jeanette gave Skye's hand a quick shake before dropping it, "Jeanette, my sister owns the club." Or claimed it at least, no one seemed too concerned when they did that.
"But this place doesn't operate on the same rules as most worlds, so really, you can do whatever you want with your problems. You can face them head on with a manic grin and no regret or hide in the bathroom and hope they go away. Depends on the problem really."