[ She waits with a vaguely expectant look on her face, that one hand at her hip and her eyebrows just slightly raised at his explanation. Maybe it doesn't matter all that much — there weren't any demons where she came from, but she hasn't found fighting them to be all that much different from fighting humans. Nothing you can't kill with a sharp object and enough determination.

The throwing up probably wouldn't be all that helpful, but hey, nobody's perfect. ]

Alright. We'll see. [ A noncommittal answer, on her part. But it's not outright disagreement. It's not rejection. The next bit though, that's definitely her making a bit of fun: ] Maybe stick to the coffee runs for now. Organize a couple shelves for the Enma, if you're feeling ambitious. Enjoy that shit while you can.