She turned her attention back to the handprint. It was red and raised and looked like it had hurt like hell. Vala slid her hand over the scar, matching her own hand up with the handprint. It was quite a bit larger than her own. Looking up at Dean, she gave him a soft smile before letting her hand fall away from his arm.
"I bet it is," she agreed, not asking for him to elaborate. "Now, shirt off, don't you feel a lot cooler already?"