She can already see the second horrific row on the horizon, when the Gala comes around and whatever demonic nonsense happens there doesn't affect either of them. She has no idea how she's going to explain it away, after that.

She also doesn't want to think about that too hard right now. There's a few weeks yet. So she just breathes and tries another joke, "So what you're telling me is we need to buy you just, like, the biggest knife we can find so you can shank the next random horror movie villain that drops in."