She nodded at him and watched him leave before turning her full attention back to breakfast. Once breakfast was gone and she'd managed to drink half a cup of coffee, she began hunting around in his kitchen. He had lots of sharp, shiny things in the drawers. All kinds of bottle openers and utensils. Weapons. Tools. Things that should be hidden away and kept for later.
She pulled herself away from the utensils and instead grabbed a role of packing tape. It was yellow instead of black like duct tape but it would do. She pulled a long strip of it free and pressed it to the large bay window in the kitchen. Her fingers worked the air bubbles free as she pressed the tape down in long strips.
Once she was finished taping up that window she went for the living room windows, until they were completely blacked out with tape. After she was done, she brushed her hands off on her pants and curled up on the couch, a magazine (about guns) on her lap. It wasn't her usual preference but she liked guns alright and so she was flipping through it when Dean walked back out.
He glanced at the windows and back down to Emily who was giving him an innocent look.