"Screaming doesn't bother me." Demon, remember? She's been the cause of far worse, after all, though he doesn't need to know the details. Any of them.

The door remains closed, but the hand pressed against it begins to glow, in so far as 'blackness' can be called a glow. The aqua tint to her scales offsets the dark, and the fridge itself begins to shake as Carolina stares at it, eyes beginning to glow green in its entirety.

And then it stops. And she turns away, tail swinging as she walks back towards the couch. Her couch, now. "That should be enough, then."