"The-"  Sarah stood there, fright still etched on her face, before her legs simply gave out from under her and she collapsed to the floor.  "ACK!" she cried, banging her head as she landed.  The fall proved to be a blessing: for one, it didn't knock her unconscious.  Additionally, the sudden jolt helped her brain start working again.  She picked herself up off the ground, and began thinking carefully.

[i]Okay, Sarah,[/i] she told herself.  [i]Approach this just like any other problem.  Nefas claims to be the daughter of Satan.  Evidence?[/i]  Well, angry red eyes and a door suddenly slamming shut without any wind were pretty convincing.  [i]In favor of.  Now what did she ask for?[/i]  Coffee.  She'd asked for coffee.  "U-um..."  She was having a little trouble finding her voice suddenly, but she managed to make it work eventually.  "I-I don't actually drink coffee, so I don't have any around."  She thought for a moment.  "I...  Well, actually, I have some tea and a few cans of soda, if you're willing to work with those."

[i]Issue: she wants to kill me.  Solution: [b]make this woman happy.[/b][/i]  It was amazing how clear her mind became when her life was on the line.