He didn't miss the look on her face. It wasn't as pronounced as it'd been with Ellen, but there was no way this girl didn't know Bobby. In her time, Bobby was dead, and he was an old man. He knew that.
He half-sighed, half-scowled.
"Sister, I *KNOW* you're a hunter, so I'd really like to skip all the bullshit. But I also know that this ain't your time, and that you probably know an old man back home that's a lot like me. I'm on your side, but it's important you tell me how and when you got here. If people got Marty McFly-ed to 30 years from now, if some kinda crack opened... I gotta know."
He licked at his lower lip, debating what else to say to her. It wasn't clicking just yet, but it was just out of reach. Only just.