'I lived in isolation with my parents most of my life, of course I don't know what you're talking about. Idiot.' She thought bitterly, but she didn't say anything. After the threat to her dad the day before, she knew better than to say anything about him. He would never be anything of her business. She shifted slightly in the uncomfortable position she was in, to move closer to the journal. Every Supernatural had one? It meant that Scott did. And she needed to talk to him, to find out what the hell he was doing, and why he'd suddenly turned on them like this. And well.. She missed him. A lot. She stared at the journal for a little longer, processing Eterna's words. Slaves had to earn them. Right. Taking a deep breath, she mentally apologised to herself. But she needed to know.
"And how can I earn one?" She asked, kicking at the door of the cage, irritated, hoping that by some miracle, this time it would let up and she could get out.