The smack echoed and it felt rude. She disliked it intensely but held her tongue as she saw Dean. "Well hello to you too, Mr Winchester. I take it you're not hungry?" she walked towards him, heels clacking on the linoleum floor. He looked god-awful, wallowing in his own misery like he was. She didn't see the value of that, if she were honest. Even after Bucky had fallen off that train, she'd endeavoured to get Steve out of his own head.