At least he wasn't making fun of her for her actions. Bela didn't wish for any harm to befall something that was precious to her and while that sentiment didn't always apply to a living thing, her cat and a few people on board this damn vessel were the exception to that.

She watched him adjust his glasses, wondering why he did it because they were fine where they were; perhaps he was just trying to draw attention to it or he really was amused by what she told him.

"Once she wakes up, she'll soon let me know just how much she hates it." Despite her words, she was smiling because there was something funny about keeping her cat in her bag for safety reasons.

"I do know a few people like that, yeah." Self-righteous hunter types who thought they were saving the world from supernatural evil when the world was doomed to go to Hell anyway; Bela's views on hunters wasn't very high and there was one on board that knew how to press her buttons, even if she didn't outwardly show that he could.

Bela indicates ahead with her free hand. "Want an escort to the gardens?"