Dean hurried and got dressed while Emily inspected herself in the mirror. Sitting on the bed, he put on his boots and laced them up and glanced over at her with a smirk smeared on his face. Holding his hands up when he stood, Dean shook his head. "Hey you said it, not me, babe."
Walking over toward the window, he curiously opened the blind and peered outside. A busy street. "We're definitely not in the backwoods anymore, Em," he noted and turned, checking out the outfit that she had in her hands, all an inch of it.
"Alien's ain't this kind, but yeah, something's definitely up."
When Emily finally finished getting dressed, he patted his backside, making sure his wallet was there and pulled it out, searching through it, making sure his various alias' were all in tact. He did notice something in his wallet that he'd never seen before. Pulling it out, he studied it for a second before raising his eyebrow and looking over at Emily.
"What kind of fucked up world are we in?" He asked her and walked over, showing her the ID.