"Yeah, just a haunted hotel. Very normal." Bela rolled her eyes. "Fucking come on, you wimp. I wanna check out the rink and maybe skate. I haven't been skating in so long." Bela had been busy working, rather than enjoying herself. Bela had no use of acting like her normal self when there were no buyers and no deal to worry about. It would come out if she needed to defend herself, she knew that. She pretended to look over him. "Doesn't look like it'll be a long fall anyway. Unless you're telling me the great Dean Winchester is scared of falling at a skating rink." Her hands were still outstretched.