There was a long delay before she replied, her body still as though she was heavy in contemplation. It was like she was dead, if it weren't for her chest moving ever so slightly.

"Party?" She said, finally opening her eyes, "Well, Corwin sure likes to spend his nights out messing around, but the rest of us "rejects" like to just dabble in the few." The woman spoke with a stern, hard tone that one could tell had a hint of femininity, hidden deep somewhere. 

"But me? Nah, I don't really like to be around too much people. Gives me headaches."

She then swung up from the chair, placing the empty bottle on a nearby table. There were so many things to figure from the man, but from his repressed Essence radiance, it was hard to figure much just from her "senses." One thing for sure, was that he hadn't been trained in the more subtle parts of exorcism, and had spent a lot of time focusing solely on survival.

"Where supposed to be moving along with a mission of sorts, but one of our members are still out there in the Divide..." She mutters, looking to the walls, her eyes staring intently right through the metal, "I'm sure you've heard of the Spirit Passage? You know, the time of night when Spirits are at their peak strength?" she asked, but immediately waved her hands dismissively, shaking her head, "Ah, just forget the details. All you need to know is that the large magic influx weakens the sanctions of the Gates of Suffering within the Divide. This allows for demons to slip through, and when enough do... well... you know what happens after that." 

A sly smile perked when the next thought crossed her mind, her eyes flaring momentarily as she turned to face Constantine, "I hear someone's causing trouble during such times of the Spirit Passage... and it isn't a demon."