She wasn't the chatty sort. Of course she wasn't. He always seemed to run into those lately. He looke at her sympathetically through the rain and shifted his backpack over his shoulder. It helped in the carrying of wood and he was impressed. Why hadn't they thought of anything like this before? He might have had to carry all the wood in his arms if he'd been back home. He supposed some of the modern things weren't so bad. It'd been a rough transition for him but he was starting to deal with it. Even beginning to wander off on his own a bit more from time to time. Though he still preferred to stay by Robin most of the time. Robin was his friend, of course he would want to be around him. He could have made new friends, and had made a few but that didn't make Robin any less important to him. That didn't make him believe any less in his master than he did.
"Why not?" He didn't really understand it. "It's just a name. Mine's Much." He offered his own in hopes maybe he could get through to her. After all Cas had initially said he didn't want friends, but Much had considered him a friend from day one. Maybe if he'd done it with this woman too he could help her as well. Names seemed like a good place to start for him.
"Rather not with the smiting." He said hastily and looked around for ways out from the corners of his eyes if she did decide to strike him down. Where could he go? Most people were fleeing still to get out of the rain now, so they were out of the way. There was a rather large fallen log nearby he could hide behind if it came to it probably. He made do with the options he had. "You know I was just trying to help you. Can't people just talk anymore?" He said with a slight scowl.