A petite, red-headed waitress dropped her coffee pot with a gasp, the bell above the diner entrance chiming. "What's the matter?" Abyzu asked innocently, stepping inside and shaking the snow out of her hair. "Your eyes.." the tiny thing stammered, pointing with a shaky hand. Like all demons, Abby could hide her true eyes, but she liked to show them off all the time. They were a beautiful ruby red, speckled with black and hooded by her vessel. She flashed a wide, toothy grin around the place as bystanders turned to look. "Aren't they lovely?" she said mordantly, not really expecting an answer. A few nodded plainly out of fear, but most just stared on, eyes wide with either horror or shock. Abby half expected one to get up and chuck holy water in her face, but none did. [i]No hunters tonight[/i], she thought almost sullenly. She needed information, after all. Besides deals, Abby was after something much more valuable. Crowley would reward her greatly for bringing in a prophet.