"Oh." Annie tried to compose herself even more. Dean. She hadn't seen Dean in a while. "Annie. Wagner. Nice to meet you, Sam."
She wondered how Dean was. And how his car was. She wouldn't ask, though. She really wanted to find Dean herself and talk to him.
Annie held her hands out for the laptop.
"I can, actually. Do you know what's wrong with it, or does it need a diagnosis, too?"
There was usually more friendliness and more smiles from her when she was helping people with their electronics, but she just couldn't manage it today.
"He... um... he knows about Fred, right? I don't have to tell him that, do I? I don't think I can do that. Oh. I guess I should really ask if you know about Fred. Or if you even know her. I'm sorry. I'm so out of sorts today."