Demons with Guns wasn't the most unusual thing Bela had sean, or heard of in the past. Not by far. "I think it'd be sensible of the demons personally. But then I am rather a fan of guns. They really did change the world back in the day didn't they?" she asked by way of conversation. She watched Lindsey for a little while, deep in thought as he was. It seemed like he got this way sometimes, thoughtful. She wondered for a while what he was thinking of when he got like that. She could only imagine money or power or home perhaps. A time and place before this madness.
"You do the talking to the camps. I'll keep the weapons safe and we stick to the agreed split whatever the price. Of course I'll wish to see any negotiations you do with them. Back to that belief you'd screw me out of my money soon as look at me. You understand."
He probably did understand. It was entirely likely he'd been planning something too. She wouldn't blame him of course. "We did pretty well I thought even if you did take longer than I'd anticipated getting ready to clear out of here. Did something not go according to plan. We really should debrief for next time. So we know."