Jack was watching her, he carefully sat the glass down back on the table, and crossed his arms. Mostly, to try to look less uncomfortable than the whole situation made him feel.

He had a feeling it was a no before she spoke up. It was expected, he remembered how Sam and Dean reacted those first weeks he was alive. It was expected.

"I was hoping... I admit." He spoke quietly. "Just... please..." He started to say to not tell, but who would she tell? He didn't know if anyone else was here. What would it matter in this new world. "Never mind, it's fine."

Taking a breath, he looked down at his feet and less at her. "I'm a nephilim. Half Angel, half human. People have been trying to kill me, or use me for their purposes, since I was born." He added the last bit, as a means to let her know why he was less inclined to share around the people near them. "I would show you... but my powers are not working."