"Me?" Shannon asked, confused. "It's your room...how would that work?" she wondered aloud. But he'd suggested the possibility that the china was Mirage's own sort of apology. "Maybe..." Although she thought that would be a little unlikely, she didn't say as much.
She finished making the salad and smirked at Dean's next remark. "I'm secretly also a monster hunter, yes," she joked back with a wink. "You know, I did do all right in there, didn't I? God, I just got so mad, you know?" she asked. She'd been angry, yeah; the lizards had ruined her lunch, tried to kidnap her and had taken a pretty decent chunk of hair out of her head, if she wasn't mistaken, in the process, and then when she and Dean had been ready to leave, they'd made a grab for him and pulled him back into the fray. Of course she'd been pissed off. "I guess I kind of snapped."
After having said that, Shannon had to wonder if maybe it hadn't even been the lizards that had pissed her off, but rather maybe they'd just been the straw that had broken the camel's back. In the past two months of her life, there'd been a lot of things that had made her angry, upset, or afraid. Maybe the lizards had just finally been the last straw for her.
If that was the case...she thought it was probably only a matter of time before she was finally able to fully mourn Boone and broke down doing it. Part of her hoped Dean had meant it when he'd said he'd be there to help her through it, but the other part hoped he hadn't been, because his offer hadn't been to console her. He'd offered to be a punching bag of sorts.
"No, no, it's fine," she insisted as she added dressing and tucked into the salad. "I'm not a big salad fan myself, I'm just sick of throwing up all the time and I figure this is a safe bet." She gave him an impish grin and rolled her eyes at herself. After a few bites, she pushed the salad aside, though, because already she could tell it wasn't going to sit well. Without so much as a word of request from her, a passion fruit appeared on the table and she picked it up, taking a bite out of that instead. Swallowing, she looked back at Dean sheepishly. "I think this is gonna take me a while to adjust to. Don't take it personally," she added, hoping that he wouldn't be offended that she'd rejected the salad, even if she'd really been the one to make it.
Stifling a yawn with the back of her hand, Shannon's eyes meandered over to one of Dean's beds. She wondered if, just maybe because they were hotel beds, they might be hard enough for Shannon to sleep on them instead of looking like an idiot laying on the floor to pass out. She'd missed Dean watching her as she mulled it over.
"I don't want you to go," she thought aloud as her eyes moved back to Dean. She gave him a sad smile. "I'm not gonna stop you...but I wish you could stay."