Christine laughs lightly and nods, accepting her drink.

"I understand." She's about to add that it was the same way with the soldiers she tended, but she stops herself. She tended to Confederates, not Federals, and she feels it would be a sore subject to bring up.

"So, Mrs. Winchester, what is your younger son studying?" She feels it's only polite to inquire. It was clear that Dean was very fond of his family.