Sariel didn't like traveling in the car. Mostly because whenever they did it was cramped, crowded, and it broke down on them constantly. [i]Why doesn't Gabriel just let me teleport everyone places? It would be faster.[/i] Sariel thought as she left the car. She had always figured the car was sentimental to Gabriel or something for him to have held onto it for so long. As she inspected the run down hotel, she tried to figure out the most likely place humans would hide their salt. If she recalled correctly, the moronic humans didn't understand it was a weapon, so they used it as a condiment.

Why they didn't store it in an armory was beyond Sariel. Salt was especially precious now, with the demons rampaging across America and crossing into other territories. However, as she walked to the kitchen to grab the salt, she noticed that Kyra was reading instead of putting up salt. Sariel would reprimand her later. For now she had to get the salt from the kitchen, or the demons would infiltrate the hotel and they'd be worse off than they were right now. She entered the kitchen and started to pilfer the cupboards for salt. She'd learned that places like this had enormous stores of food which always meant lots of salt as well. She never quite understood why people would want to temporarily sleep in rooms next to other strangers, but it apparently was a human thing.

Sariel located the store of salt and started to pull it out towards the lounge. It was impractical to spread the salt all over the hotel. For now it was best to simply pick a spot and line it with salt. From Krya's relaxed state, it would be the lounge. At least it wasn't as cramped as the car was, but it still smelled. They probably weren't the first to squat here for the night, and most definitely they were not going to be the last.