"I haven't seen a lot," she assures him, looking around for a place to sit that won't be too conspicuous. Years in, and she still sizes up every room she's in for disaster and danger -- but if a T-triple-eight comes crashing through the doors, she's going to be prepared. "I spent a lot of years without television. I was busy with...other pursuits."

She gestures to a table in the corner, one with a good view of the whole Winchester. "There?" she suggests, trying not to ignore the mix of panic and strange desperate desire to make it to that mentioned second date.

It's just been a long, long time since she's had anything like this and the part of her that used to be normal misses it desperately.