The house lights have been flickering off and on the whole time, but at the mention toward the end, the building does. Just for a beat, two, there's no bartop in front of her or bar behind her, no walls in three different directions. Just piles of rubble, broken and blasted, with the remnant scorches of being burned.

Then it's back again, normal.

"Are you mistaking this for a conversation where I'm going to tell you anything? Because it isn't." Her voice is sharper for what feels like a betrayal from the building itself in reply. He's the last person she's going to spill the best and, most of all worsts she'd had in conjunction with either of the Winchesters.