Sam's not unimpressed by the reaction, guessing by now that Ciri must have known Dean for a while to have advanced so confidently towards the stage where she shoots him down effortlessly. In this case, he knows gentle ribbing when he sees it, and being exactly the kind of person that believes his brother needs his ego checked more than occasionally, he only scoffs. Even if he did feel compelled to charge to Dean's favor, he knows well enough that his brother doesn't need it.

"Fascinating stuff. People were thrilled to hear it, I'm sure," he muses quietly, trying for his own part to imagine how things would have come up had he arrived first instead of Dean. Would Sam have shared the same (or more) about his brother? Would Ciri still be at the table? Time will tell one way or another, at least in part, Sam figures, and while he's admittedly wary, he's not feeling any of the alarming signals he'd been faced with when he'd made the connections to (and between) those sitting at his table, proverbial or otherwise. If anything, Dean's improved mood is driving that cursory acceptance and he presses on.

"Are you a student?" He asks, but he'd noted the weapon on her and suspects her role to be similar to Dean's, but some consideration of the current society says she could be doing both adventuring and learning.