Adam nods at first, running through many thoughts and plans about what to do next. But he does make a running mental note about whatever she says. The smell of demons was an interesting comment. He wasn't sure about what they smell like, but he had always noticed that they did have a certain presence. 

Speaking of which, it was also noteworthy, after a pause, that she didn't have that same feeling. He's found himself curious, and cautious, around her...but that was for reasons more related to how they met, he was sure. 

They were greeted by the guy behind the counter well enough, and professional enough as he purposefully did not look too long in Lucy's direction. "This one will be sleeping in one of my rooms, second from last -" he starts, receiving the ID with a barely raised eyebrow, passing it over to be inspected and registered in the log book. But as the ID passes from his hands, his breath catches. His shoulders tighten painfully, a hot flash of adrenaline floods through him as the cold chill of terror goes down his spine.

The name on the ID? 

Lucy Sammael Silva.

The hunter stays very still, hardly able to breathe as everything happens. His body is covered with goosebumps, and his train of thought immediately turns a 180, onto another track. Presence? No, she still did not feel like a demon. He needed to figure out who she was. Run background checks. At best, she chose the name for herself for unknown reasons...at worst...what was the worst option that wasn't a demon? 

No, he had to address that later.

Right now, her ID was being passed back to him. 

Taking a deep breath, Adam pulled his shoulders back and forced his muscles to loosen up. Nothing good would come from all this tension. It was easier to move when the body was more relaxed and fluid. Not that he could be very relaxed at the moment. 

Another deep breath, he hands the care back to her, pays the man at the counter, and moves towards the door, "Let's go."

It's a short trip to the room in question. A key turn, a light switch, and Adam holds the door open to her. He was at least going to wait to get her inside before grilling her. She could be innocent. She could be innocent....she was...probably innocent? 

His third deep breath, and a slow exhale, he goes over to the dresser and pulls out a fresh T-shirt and a set of flannel pajamas. "Here...and you can wear anything you find in this room. It's just a spare. There is the bathroom." He motions towards the specific room, and begins to start a pot of fresh coffee.