Camael grimaced as she watched the teens laugh hysterically. Sadly, Abaddon was right. There was no way she'd be able to take them off the premises without the use of a little force. Sighing, and silently blaming the sin that reeked off the city, she gestured for Abaddon to take the stage.

"I'm not well versed in dealing with the likes of them," she admitted. "Perhaps, your expertise would be more appropriate. But don't kill them, okay?"