Lilith would, without a doubt, absolutely demolish this little circle of demons. Now [i]she[/i] was quite the role model. Fierce and swift. Smart and strong. The core of impulse, yet extraordinarily graceful. Well, that's a thought for another day.

Lucy could see a moment of consideration on Adam's face after hearing her name. She knows exactly who she was named for, and she liked that. Now, telling a hunter her name, she'd, admittedly, have enjoyed a stronger reaction, but this Adam fellow seemed rather apathetic. 

She listened to his rules, "You're right. It just sounds more cultish than anything. At the very least, I won't be around that stink of the demons anymore." It's like their scent was stuck to their souls. Oh, how grateful she was she didn't inherit the stink. "It's fair to have rules. And, I suppose, I couldn't ask for a lifeline much better than you."

Adam wraps the towel around her and she immediately feels a bit better. Like her body was her own again. She felt strange putting any trust in a hunter, but she didn't have much of a choice at the moment. She has to obey, and maybe, just maybe, he'll be able to get her where she wants to be. "Thanks," she spoke quietly. 

Following him to the office, she looked about. Stepping inside, she places the bottles on a small table to the side. "Right, ID." She stuffed her hand into the only place she could keep anything in this useless outfit; her bra. She basically only had her ID and some money on her. She sighed as she produced her ID from beneath her clothes, giving it a courtesy wipe on the towel before holding it out.