Woody nodded at Kanaria. He was almost positive that was how demons were supposed to look like. As soon as it was established they couldn’t go through with the act anymore, Woody slowly made an awkward smile, boy were they caught in a jam. He started to adjust his scarf as he cleared his throat. He knew they might as well fess up. Woody gave a sigh, “Well yea… It was an accident. We didn’t mean to intrude really. We just got here by random, I ain’t quite sure how we got here myself,” Woody turned to Kanaria with a shrug, “Come on Kanaria, we should probably go through the mirror again and find some place else since this guy is taking a bath and all.”