Mary let go of Vincent's shirt as they arrived to the entrance of the shack. "Fine. I'll go to Kiara instead," she said mischievously. Kiara immediately backed away from the smaller girl.

"Oh no you don't. You're not getting near me with that power of yours!" Mary huffed before catching her eye on the single bed in the room. Without thought or consent, she leaped forward and landed on the bed's cushion. "Mine!" she proclaimed proudly. "You two can go keep guard or something. Isn't that your "godly mission" or whatever?"

Kiara shook her head. Angel of Death or not, she was just a brat. "Our mission is to hunt down the Devil," she told her. "Besides, you're the Angel of Death. Why do we need to guard you anyway?"

At that, Mary's purple eyes widened in shock. "You're going against Webster? Now you have to guard me!" She placed the pillows and covers over herself to hide, as if the Devil would appear any second. She popped up her head from the blankets and looked up at the two travelers. "Don't get me wrong. . . he can't kill me or anything. It's just that. . . he's a big fat meanie! And his assistant is scary too!" She hid herself under the pillow again.

Kiara raised an eyebrow at Vincent. "Well I guess we're staying here for the night. But we should probably guard someplace where we won't be seen. You know, like in the actual shack?" She locked the door behind them and sat down on the ground criss-crossed. 

"Rather stay cooped up in here with Death than have another run in with an angry mob."