It was that Phaedra was never a fan of having to die for the day, of being imprisoned by anything. As nice as Peter bringing her coffee might be, once awake, she wanted to run through that house, or out the door. Part of her wanted to stand outside and give the finger to the alien sun, which seemed to have the same properties of Earth's.
Something she had to check every planet.
She fixed herself coffee. Black.
Your friend was here....
Phaedra did fish, this one time, for a tiny bit of information. She skimmed Peter's surface thoughts. Dean. He meant Dean. She'd figured as much, but it could've been Sam. Or Rob. Or the Doctor.
...interesting guy.
She leaned against the wall as the sun faded even more in the sky. Outside, with the fading light, it was purple. Phaedra thought of Dean's reaction to Peter being here--he was not overly trusting of werewolves, and she understood why after skimming his thoughts, too.
"Dean is..."
She pressed her lips together, trying to find the right sentiment to express. Phaedra supposed Dean was her friend, but she also did not think they would be friends outside this situation.
She chuckled.
"... he's a pain in the ass, but he's good to have in your corner." She arched her eyebrow. "He pretty much leave you alone?"