"No... Jet hasn't told me anything about Deamons. I live in a world where Deamons live - I've got to respect them since they're trying to survive in this world just like us... However, when Deamons steal someone I care about, that's a different topic - I haven't stolen any of you guys!!" Bridget looks irritated, but she calms down after a few breaths.
They're still near the gate to enter the military base and Bridget's outburst has caught a few of the guards' attention.

I glare at the guards before turning back to Bridget " We were under orders" I murmur "And I helped your brother escape, If they found out I did it the other demons will probably kill me"

"Hmm... That's fun." Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as she says it's fun. Then it returns to her normal, honest way of speaking as she continues, "I don't like having to follow orders, preferring to be the one giving orders. Some people just don't get their priorities in the right order." Bridget rolls her eyes. She seems completely oblivious to the approaching guards as she speaks her opinion on how it wouldn't benefit the Deamons if they were down one.

I growl at the guards and slink behind Bridget

Bridget looks to see what's bothering Cara, not that she knows her name, and watches the guards. "Hey guys! What's going on?" She asks, ready to protect the Deamon wolf if needed.

I eyeball the guards, silently daring them to face me

"I heard you talking to the Deamon and it responding back." One guard gets to the point.
"Are you under the influence of something? Of course my brother's pet dog can't speak. I just like talking to her, just like anybody talks to their own fluffy companion. Her name's Deamon. Not that she is of the Deamon species..." Bridget's doing her best to try and cover up.
The guards look skeptical of the girl and begin to surround her and the dog. "I'm going to ask you to back away from the Deamon so you won't get hurt." Another one says kindly.

I bare my fangs and bark at them, tail lashing. I crouch in front of Bridget, hackles raised. I had to protect her if the guards turned violent.

Bridget looks just as ready to protect Cara, though she backs down slightly when she realizes she really doesn't want to get in trouble with the law today. She hesitates, but doesn't back away from the 'dog'. The guards move in to take the Deamon away.

I bite the guard nearest to me, growling. I lash my tail and move to spring at the guards.