Sabrina arrives about fifteen minutes later, Salem in tow.

As much as her mind has been occupied by certain gloomy things, this seems like a surefire way to push it back, at least for a while. She stretches, relieving some of the tension in her from stocking bookshelves, as her familiar trots around the apartment.

"What's the movie of the night?" She glances around. "Nick said he'd be here when I got off my shift, did he go back out?"