Stella watches with blank features while he rants about guns. They're not her favorite things in the world either, seeing as the monks had taught her the ways of non lethal violence. The lump under his skin is quite a sight. She flinches a little bit when he rips his own skin open to pull out the bullet. Of course the torn flesh instantly mends together. She does have to admit to herself that he has a nice body, but right now they have bigger problems. There will be time latter to ponder over his scars. "I'm sure we can find you another shirt in the states," she smirks.<br/><br/>Stella squashes a growl when the scream rings out. The nerve pinch should have kept the demons out for hours. The humans hadn't been smart enough to tie them up?! Stella sighed. "We go save the humans. Again." A head tilt greets his statement about him getting hurt. "Let's hear your plan. If I get hurt we'll deal with it."