She could feel their hesitation, feel their doubt and...suspicion. It pissed her off. She was offering to help! They could have said no! They didn't have to lock the door!
"I'm not crazy!" She snapped that out. She hadn't meant to, but she was really tired of people looking at her like she belonged in a rubber room.
Her eyes landed solidly on Dean, her jaw shoved out a bit stubbornly. "I'm Harry's apprentice." That last bit seemed really important to her for as much emphasis as she put on it.
Then she looked back to Jo, lifting a hand to push back her knotted strands of hair. "I can do this. I can See what's lingering on you." No, she wanted entirely all right with it, but she could do it!