Emily pulled the laminated card out of his hand and began reading it over. "What the huh?" She asked him blankly, with a "duh" expression on her face. What did any of this even mean? She instinctively patted over the one very tiny pocket she had in the skirt she was wearing and felt a card in there too.
Pulling it out, she pulled it away quickly and shielded it when Dean tried to look at it. "Back off, buster." She frowned crossly at him as she snuck a peek at it and a frustrated whining sound erupted in her throat.
Huffing she pushed it back into her pocket and gave Dean a serious, seriously angry that is, look. "I am not a whore." She snapped out at him defensively as if he'd just called her that.