Noiselessly sighing, his hand made to scratch his head before clumsily moving to his hip. He wanted to avoid a show of nerves. The girl wasn't sharp, though the view he'd gathered of her hinted she could be shrewd if anyone acted weak around her. Whether this was a result of her personality or the experiments was none of his business, nor was it useful to dwell on it. Diva was Diva, standing right here, no point wondering if she was being obstinate on purpose.

Wasn't a chick in this world who had Dean Winchester wrapped around her finger. Admitting he might care if this one died tonight wouldn't tarnish that.

"Diva," he repeated, considerable gravity in his tone as he struggled to present a manner bordering on impatience and courtesy. "Lemme take care o' you."

Man. Sounded kind of awkward, stated aloud like that. But it was probably the only way he was gonna get through to her, judging by his observations.