Sarah stood nervously for a moment, wondering if she should say anything else.  Then, "Um...  In that case, I'll just... go get some..."  Her voice steadily lost volume as she spoke, until she finally stepped into the tiny kitchen, closing the door behind her.

[i]Then[/i] she collapsed into panic.

[i]There is a demon in my house.  There is a demon in my house!  THERE. IS. A. DEMON. IN. MY. [b]HOUSE![/b][/i]  She slapped herself, stopping the extreme panic at least enough to think through it.  Fear was her weakness, but logic was her strength.  "Calm down," she told herself.  "Breathe deeply."  She took deep, slow breaths, forcing herself to keep still and slow, even though the fear was still screaming through her veins.  Eventually, her heart rate slowed to a more normal level, and she was able to get back to her feet again.

"Alright."  She spoke to herself even as she set her little tea-maker to brew a new batch.  "I need options."  If this woman really was a demon - and she'd given no evidence to the contrary - then calling the police would be useless.  [i]Option A: Attempt to contact a priest.[/i]  She didn't know much about exorcisms, but priests were supposed to be able to banish evil spirits, right?  ...Then again, this woman technically wasn't [i]possessing[/i] her, just... sitting on her couch and reading a book.  Would that even work?  Come to think, would she even be able to contact anyone without alerting Nefas?  [i]Alright, discard.[/i]

[i]Option B: Try to run.[/i]  She stopped what she was doing and made a (-_-) face at herself.  She was not sporty; she could not run fast.  Or very far.  [i]Discard.[/i]

[i]Option C: Do what she wants and hope I don't get killed for it.[/i]  ...Unfortunately, that seemed to be her best option at the moment.  So, with a sigh, she reached into her mini-fridge and pulled out two small cans of Coca-Cola, then - making every effort to seem calm and collected - she stepped back into her living room.

Yep, she was still there, sitting on the couch and reading her book.  "Um... The tea will be ready soon," she said, "but here's a soda for you."  She handed her one of the cans, then sat down at her desk chair, turning it to face the demoness.  The other Coke, obviously, was for her; right now, she needed one.