"There's no need to be rude," Anna chastened softly, though she withdrew herself immediately and sharply as though she'd been physically wounded by Dean's acidic tone. In truth, she understood that words made nothing better. That was not to say that she had no right to express her personal guilt and remorse though, was it?
Anael walked to the other side of the room again -- far, far away from the elder Winchester brother. There were many things she wished to say, but it seemed nothing would reach Dean in his current state, so instead, she decided it was wisest to merely adhere to the basics: food, clothing, shelter, healing, work.
"Meals are not constantly served in the mess hall. If you would like food available to you at all times, you will have to bring supplies back from the kitchens to your own chamber for later consumption yourself. This is your room. You'll find clothing in the wardrobe for you. Chores are to be done yourself when you are in the Sanctuary. Most of your time will not be spent here though, given your learned skills. I will find you again in a few days to inform you of your responsibilities here."