Anna's eyes followed Crowley's, glancing up at the sky when he did. She wasn't impressed, honestly. But it was just the sky, she didn't see why she should be impressed. And Crowley was just trying to be irritating. Or endearing. She never could tell with him. He was generally good at hiding his intentions, he was just terrible at hiding the fact that he had intentions. Not good intentions. He was always plotting something. Anna didn't really have the patience to try and figure it out this time. "So what do you want, Crowley? What are you after this time?"