The surprise at being run into by someone else was far out done by the surprise of seeing one particular face in front of her. The exact face she'd been avoiding. The one person that had kept her locked in her tiny little dwelling for weeks now. Of course she would be here. Of course she would be the one to catch Meg in the act of running away. She was beginning to think that whatever powers that be had pulled her here in the first place had a sense of humor that ran towards the sadistic side of things. She slapped a cocky smirk on her face, hoping to hide the shock and, she was ashamed to admit, the slight tremor of fear. The last thing she needed was for this human child to know how much she considered her a threat.
"You took the words right out of my mouth, kiddo," she said with a laugh. She drew her arms across her chest, clutching the strap of her small messenger bag with both hands. She wanted to step back, maybe try to run, but she doubted she'd make it far. Where would she go, anyway? She'd been about to try the border, and there was no guarantee that she could even make it across. So what then? Back to her bolt hole? How long before it was burned down around her, now that the cat was out of the bag.
"I was just leaving," she supplied in an ironically chatty tone. "So we'll have to catch up later." But she didn't move. She didn't know, yet, how this woman intended to deal with the situation. Had she even known Meg was around? Trust the Winchesters to keep something like that under their hats, let one girl twist and the other flit along in ignorant bliss. She eyed Jo carefully, waiting to see what she would do.