She keeps him in the corner of her eye as she speaks. He's smart and she's not particularly fond of spinning tall tales. This will fall apart soon, but she means to keep him calm. She's in no mood for some  pointless grandiose fight. Less so in this dress. This hunter's appearance has surely made things more complicated for her now. Sure, it could be easier if he just rolled over and died, but she finds herself intrigued. Maybe, just maybe, this man could be an advantage.

He holsters his gun and she can feel herself relax a bit. She wasn't even aware of her stiff shoulders until they went away. This man also seemed to relax some after a sip or two. Good, she wanted a peaceful exchange. She listens to him speak. So, he's alone. Or, at least, he works alone. 

Her eyes moved to the door when he mentioned them unlocked, "I... don't have anywhere to go anymore. They completely destroyed my apartment and I don't feel safe knowing they know where to find me." She tightens her arms around her, shivering as another rumbling sounds outside. "I'm sure they'll kill me next time. Or worse. They don't take kindly to escapees."

"You hunters," she started, gaze falling on the glass in his hands, "You're the honorable type, right? If you can help me, I might be able to help you in turn. See... I heard many of their conversations during the demons' meetups. There might be plenty I could tell you that could make things easier and safer for you. But that would put me in a lot of danger. I'm sure they would figure it out. At the risk of sounding like one of them," she motions with a hand to the corpse, "Why don't we make a deal? Help for help?"