Bela couldn't imagine demons like he was describing, monsters that looked like monsters. She could only imagine one of them holding a gun. It was craziness really. In her world demons could be anyone, she thought she might have prefered Lindsey's world. Things seemed more black and white there. Demons who looked like demons.
He was right too, Lucifer was unstoppable. She'd known it for a long time. So she figured spend her last years as happy as she could. There was no point in fighting him. Lindsey understood that too from what she could tell, she admired that in him.
"Good. Best to leave that kind of thing to do I expect, just keep me appraised on the price. You understand don't you?" They would make a good little amount out of what they'd bought. People were entirely willing to pay through the nose for weapons. And she and Lindsey deserved their money. The rest of the stuff he'd picked up, she didn't even know what to say about it. "For ammo and ID's you kept yourself...kept both of us in danger? You're lucky there were no Croats, you know that?"