[Oh she's freaking somewhat, but is just better at hiding it, because we all know Dean's a cookie inside. When he lifts her shirt, she flinches, then sits up carefully.] Hang on.... [She carefully peels off her jacket, then turns away from him and pulls off her tank top and bra...Both of which are torn and bloody. Dropping the clothes in a pile on the floor, she lays down again and pillows her head on her arms.]