"Excellent, thank you." Her smile turned smug and she reached back to the box, removing only one bullet to slip back into her purse. She snapped the box shut. And thus, she'd sorted her Winchester problem. She would have to practice her, 'I don't know what happened to them! My bloody flat was robbed while I was on a job!' face.
She would keep one bullet with her, just in case.
"The bullets go to a very special gun," Bela explained in the interest of goodwill. "It can kill anything. I do mean anything... vampires, demons, werewolves. Two extremely powerful demons from my own world have just arrived and that makes the gun a very valuable commodity. I've already been shot once and have likely put someone in a wheelchair while trying to protect it. They're not going to stop trying and personally, I need the gun for the option of my own protection. Keeping most of the bullets separate from the gun itself ensures they won't be able to use it."