Oh, I like the sound of her. Perhaps we would get along.

[She wonders if he had an interest in this other woman, but Bela keeps that thought to herself.]

Maybe everyone will go home at some point. When the city is done with us.

[Pouring out a glass of wine for each of them, she continues.] And we are getting to know each other, you're right. If you are prepared to share your fucked up history, then I guess I should do the same in return.

[Bela takes a sip from her glass.]

My real name is Abby. I grew up in a nice house. Rich parents. Huge backyard. Anything I could ever want. Speaking of my parents, they were shitty people - ignorant mother and an abusive father. He did things - [She pauses, taking a breath] - he did things to me that a parent should never do to their child. I've only ever told two other people that about me - you would be the third.

When I was fourteen, they died in a car crash. Unknown to me at the time, I had made a deal with a demon disguised as a little girl to 'take care of them for me' and it wouldn't cost me anything for ten years. The cost? My soul. The demon tricked me. Manipulated my pain for her selfish needs.

So if I go back home, I will need to face up to that.