"Oh." Her face flushes ever so slightly and she ducks down her head to look at her hand. It was simple to ask him questions when he was on the sidewalk and she in her room, or earlier while she was trying to distract him from the pain, but it feels even more bold a thing to do now. In fact this whole situation is very much not what a young lady of marriageable age should be doing. Her mother or at least a female chaperone should be in here with her, but she can't ask the servants to hold off on their work to humor her.

She peeks up at him through her lashes, looking a little intrigued.

"Would you like to talk to me, Private Winchester?"