"Name calling. My, we are mature and evolved aren't we?" Bela only moved slightly, placing her bag of crystals atop a small side table to give her arm a rest for a moment and reaching over to pet the Siamese Cat that had wandered in to see who the strange guests were. "Hello, love," she said simply, running her hand over its body.
She thought about kicking off her heels but decided against it. The stiletto could come in handy. She picked her bag back up. "Alright, follow me. There's a salt line across every door and they've all Devil's Shoestring tucked into the corners. That shouldn't bother you though, so I'd appreciate it if you left that bit as is." Her heels clicked against the polished wood floors as she began walking through the foyer, into the living room, and towards her bedroom. It seemed that shooting people in her place of rest was going to become a bad habit.
Ruby was correct, Bela had Traps all over her apartment, but she was good at pointing them out as they walked. She willingly halted her strides as they went along, patiently waiting for Faith to scrape away at the paint they were drawn with. It was only once they reached the bedroom that she ended her forthcoming behaviour.
"There is another on the ceiling here," she said, which was the truth. She pointed upwards to the above her bedroom door. "And, as I'm sure you can see, they continue on the path to the safe, which is in the wall behind that portrait. It's the safe in the wall you'll want, as I'm sure Sam mentioned, I kept the gun there. There are two safes in the floor, but you'll find the gun in the wall." Bela gestured to the path and stood complacently to the side.
Eventually she would have to open one of the safes the apartment had built into the floorboards. Convenient thing, it was. But for now she let it stay shut. Sitting beneath the safe with the Colt, it possessed one of the few Devil's Traps in the flat that they would not be able to see."