So they had an angel in the hotel. And Eliot made friends- and got him drunk... This felt a lot like the frame of mind Judith was in for the first week of her stay in Kairos, even with the extreme and sudden clarity in her head. At least her time here had worn down a lot of her skepticsm.
And it was pretty hard to deny what just happened.
"Yeah- though under different circumstances, I..." She fell off, just staring at him for a few more moments of processing. Judith wasn't a talkative person, but rarely was she ever rendered speechless. The look she sent Castiel was complex; a mixture of awe, wariness, and just a tiny bit of lingering confusion. She wasn't sure what to think of him- her reference for 'angels' was...fairly lacking.
"Michael- in the office," she finally said, blinking herself into a better focus. "He's... somethin' else. He knew things about me no one had the right to know. Gave me a plastic piece of shirt gun that exploded in my hand..."