[ On parting, she'll certainly be polite enough to take her hands from her pockets. Pocket-hands are purely for casual musing and strolling, not for Proper Farewells. ]

To know that I have you to confide in, even at such strange hours, well I can think of few things that would be a greater help.

[ Some solid advice on what to actually do against Satan would be the best, but she can't expect that of anyone except perhaps God himself, and he's a bit hard of hearing when it comes to Vanessa. ]

Some day I hope that I am able to come to your aid. I know that you don't do anything for me, but still I feel that I owe you too much.