"Demon hunters?" Raven sat back on the bench, red eyes wide. "But we're not hurting anyone." She didn't sound dubious so much as sad - at least she wasn't going to give Crowley push-back on the concept of 'hunters.'
She didn't want to have to find shades, but the older demon had a point. Raven frowned. "Do you wear the glasses at night? I guess I could get contacts, but I've never hidden what I am. Not even at home, where maybe I should have, some times."
Augh. Raven exhaled and tilted her head back in a very childish show of frustration. Why. "Why does this always happen? You think you've finally found some peace, and then no. Someone else is trying to hurt you."