"They do?" She looked down at Woody, curious as she tried to imagine his description. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up to hear what devils were supposed to look like. It sounded creepy! You could tell when she had the mental image, too, cause she kinda recoiled with a disgusted look.

"We didn't barge in, kashira! We..Ah.." She scratched at her little porcelain cheek--she was caught, the jig was up and she knew it. "I got kinda lost."