It hadn't taken long for her to pack the meager belongings that comprised the Slayer's wardrobe. Naamah herself had made sure to go shopping shortly after inhabiting this body, and only brought out the items she'd inherited with it when it came down to the sake of appearances. She'd discarded the designer jeans in favor of Faith's leather pants, the one item she didn't find completely intolerable, and one of the utterly tasteless tank tops the woman seemed to favor.

True to her estimate, Naamah was there within the four hours stated (three and a half to be technical) and once again called the younger Winchester.