Seeing Lavender should have brought up emotion, but when it came to emotions he was pretty well tapped out. He did however manage to at least give her a small smile in return before his eyes shifted toward the hallway behind him at the thought that he heard a noise. It was only the sound of wood floors groaning as they shifted. He heard no footsteps or voices, so he relaxed slightly. His gun lowered down to his chest and he looked at her. The look on his face was fairly obvious it was a desperate attempt to get her to mentally start standing up so they could leave. "I don't think they'd appreciate that after hours. Can we go now?" He urged. He really didn't want to be caught breaking in without reason or probable cause. Even he had a boss to answer to.
"Twenty eleven. " He responded quietly. He was trying to be understanding, but breaking laws made him twitchy. Even after all this time of working with the Winchesters, he still didn't like it. His job even had a funny taste to the back of his throat on occasion. He bent the law so many times for the sake of the apocalypse, or the "bigger picture" as Sam liked to put it. That didn't mean he enjoyed it.
If he really needed to he could lie his way out of their situation if they were caught, but it would just be another thing on his conscious that he would have to live with. His head was already a very unfun place to be thanks to all the drama surrounding Kansas.