Meg took another uncomfortable step backwards, all too aware of the fact that she really had nowhere to run. She’d let herself get boxed inside this tiny garden. She hadn’t tried to teleport since arriving in town, but she was loathe to do it. Teleporting meant she could be tracked and while she hadn’t seen any traces of Crowley or his minions in town, that didn’t mean she couldn’t be noticed. Besides that, whatever this creature was, he could probably track her, too. Running was most likely not an option.
“Yeah, it’s gorgeous,” she said sardonically, almost sounding angry. The creature confused her, and so she retreated behind what defense she had. Her anger, her sarcasm…they were walls enough for the moment. At the mention of his father, Meg narrowed her eyes. Maybe there was a clue there as to what he actually was.
“What, you come from a long line of gardeners, then?” She sneered, turning to face him and present a brave face, while nonchalantly shifting backwards another step. Until she knew what he was, and if he presented a threat, she had every intention of acting in her own best interest. It was her natural reaction to most situations, after all, and he was certainly an unknown.