"They probably appreciate that we're not finding them right away", she plays along. "Les wants at least five more pickle flavors out of her before she's allowed to go home. Maybe he's been possessed by pickles."

It's a thin line, talking about possession, both for herself as for witches. "You didn't rest at all ever since discovering her gone? Riley."

Louise steers her out of the kitchen, into the living room. "If you think you'll sleep too long on the bed, take the couch. But no-one's going to prosper in any way from a sleep-deprived Jung. Understand me?"