She stares at him for a moment, dumbfounded, before throwing up her hands. “Okay! You’re right! I have no idea where you’ve been. But I know if you ever stayed in a squat or had a coven you wouldn’t call us the ‘vulnerable sector—‘” jazz hands “-like we’re some kind of bloodless demographic.”

Yes, the bratty teenager just used the phrase bloodless demographic. “Is that specific enough in its parameters for you, Webster, or should I keep working on it?”

She finally lets her hands fall. “And look, I know not everyone believes in demons, I get that, but—-they’re real, and you can believe me or not, but if you want to keep people here safe it might be good to think about them maybe being part of the problem.”