You are OSCAR again. She doesn't speak SUPERNAL apparently, and you're far to fucking hurrisome for time to try the other nine million languages you can speak thanks to your GIFT OF TONGUES.
Now there's a worryful, dread sound prickling the spines on your back something terrible.
Click, click, click
It's undoubtiknowlingly the sound of the guardians approaching in their spite-black leather. You utter a curse in ASTRAL, which is your favorite language to curse in because by saying 'VAL!' you can say 'fucking pox blasted son of a devil's whore' (It's all in the inflection).
Fuck it, you toss her in the Coat. This is your default reaction to difficult things, one you resort to far too often. You'll deal with this laterly. There's books and booze and your DEMONIAC in there, maybe she'll be entertained.
You have moments before the Guardians arrive. How are you going to handle this one? You have a vast and very cleversome array of ideas including hiding, biting, jumping, running, flying, and transforming into a big black dog and taking them off to the woods to proffer sexual favors (It's a devil thing).
None of them are very good though. Surely you have others?