Her brows quirk at that. She's buying him soup, isn't she? And something to drink, which, in retrospect, she really oughtn't have told him not to buy alcohol; that probably just made him more likely to do so. Oh, well. In any case, that seems like looking after him to her, unless he's got a different definition of what that means.

Well - actually, he probably has. What was it he'd been demanding of her, before she pitched backwards over the edge of the staircase? Words of dismissal?

"I don't know how to do what you want me to do," she says, picking her words carefully to avoid pointing out to any possible eavesdroppers that, Look, look, a demon walks amongst us. "Sorry. I could try to do it, if you could teach me."