Meg laughed, cracking a wide if not wicked grin. Her hand wagged slightly in a to and fro fashion, as if dismissing her laugh or perhaps apologizing for it. Of course she didn't apologize for, well, anything so that couldn't be it. Still, she grinned and finally pushed herself to stand, stomping over her spent cigarette with her pretty little boot.
"Then, it's settled," said Meg as she turned around to face her counterpart. "You'll know how to contact me should you need me." There was not hesitation or doubt in her voice. If she called for herself in trouble, she would be there. In the least she could avoid her death a second time, but on a positive note they could potentially have a lot of fun. She heard it was not even so easy to die in this place, and that tragic events often eventually ended with the person involved returning. Just the same, she'd rather not have to worry about it and wouldn't want anyone other than herself to watch her own back.
Even if Meg had become "kind of good" in her own timeline and this Meg had not, they still seemed to operate on the same basic function: Herself First. Though, she was curious about where these two had been, Meg and Dean, best pals in comparison to her own storyline with the Winchester's.