Zee watched Hank, apparently, walk by her with her lips parted. She certainly wasn't offended that he didn't say anything, and she'd feel sorry for her reaction later. Mostly she was worried. How did this happen? After tearing her eyes off of him Dinah got a sharp look. Couldn't someone have warned her?! Sheesh!
"Uh...yeah. There's a quiver of arrows with silver tips that have been blessed by some priest in the sixteenth century. I saw a sword, but it wouldn't let me take it out of the case. Figure Shadowcrest knows none of us know how to wield a sword without lopping our own foot off."
Dean got a glance from her. It wasn't exactly a friendly glance, but it wasn't openly hostile either. She planned to behave herself, or as she put it in her mind: be the grown up. The hand holding was noted, and for one wild moment she thought this new development was why Dinah wanted him involved. She chased that thought away as unfair though. Dinah wasn't that kind of person.