Face of an angel, eyes of the devil

Hera looked to her left and then to her right. Primo and Moose were wearing long faces, the corners of their lips almost hitting the ground. Dark invisible clouds hovered over their heads; she could practically hear the thunder in them. 

"Should we try the legal way?" she suggested. This time, both men looked at her with a dead expression. "What? You think illegal and dirty money is a bad idea. How about doing it legally?"

Moose squinted his eyes at her while Primo scoffed.

"Hera, do you understand the problem? It's not about making money," he clarified, in case she truly went out of touch. "It's about needing a ton load of them in a short span of time. Dragon's money won't last long."

"Hera!" Moose suddenly held her shoulders, forcing her to face him. "Get back together with him."

"Huh?"