Her blood runs cold at the sound of whistle and the rush of extremely clear demonic power when she locates the source. He's strong, no wonder she's overwhelmed.

But she's strong, too, she reminds herself, doing her best to turn her most unimpressed gaze his way. She's.... not sure she entirely succeeds, but at least she knows who to approach. "That would require you to actually answer our messages," she replies, with a grin so sour it almost takes away from that pretty face.

There's an almost hesitant glance back at the guard at the counter before she finally musters up the courage to actually take a seat across from the so called 'Demon King'. "So you're Zaveid?"

At least her voice isn't shaking, right-