Verity doubts the type of jar matters, the idea of a demon in any jar was going to give her a weird mental image. Probably better than the actual image, the whole event. Seeing Andy after he'd been possessed had been traumatizing enough, she didn't exactly want to see it happen to others.

"Sam's here?" she repeats, glancing around. "Like here in the apartment here? Have I met him before?" She feels like she'd remember meeting a Sam, she's got a good memory for people.