"You can't see us if you're the one singing," she says, mock-stern about it. It's nice to just...be. This place has so few opportunities for it, and she's glad that Dean has a sense of humour, a way of rolling with things. Maybe you have to be like that when you fight literal monsters all the time.

Well, she would know. Infected were once human, but...not anymore. And the older ones, the ones who have been Infected for so long, they're monsters.

Regular humans are, too, when you think about it.

"Be careful," she tells him. Not that being careful is ever enough, but she can't not say it.