"Neither," Abby says patiently. Sometimes she has to try really hard to keep the sound of um, duh, out of her voice. "But I live here now, so it has to be."

She can see it from his perspective though. He had a entire life before here, lived elsewhere and made his money terrorising widows, which was fun for him, and then he had to drop everything to pick up this cause. Suddenly, he had to care about demons falling out of the sky.

Relenting, she adds, "We're good people, despite what you've heard about us. It's hard at first, but it gets easier."

Could always be worse, as trite as that seems.