Rob listened to her questions. He wasn't ignoring her, just watching the big guy in question for a little bit. The big guy and 'his friend.' He wasn't jealous; they'd only gone on a trial first date, and those two had a past of some sort.
"Oh, they might experiment, but not the kind that's gotten them a very nasty reputation among many of the Midwest and possibly those in Nevada." He turned to look at Betsy, giving her one of those charming Winchester smiles. All Winchesters had them; it was written into their DNA.
"I just met him really. And, no, I don't know her, but I could make a guess or two. Whoever she is, he knows her, and she him." Rob wasn't going to give more information than that, not yet anyway. He didn't know why the woman might be asking, and he didn't just give over possibly important information. Not that he had much.