Fred hadn't intended on parking so close. In fact she wasn't paying attention to the tall Winchester's proximity. Her attention was on the book and what Sam was saying.
"Henry Winchester." Her brows furrowed, and she soon slid over - a little further away - to start working. He'd probably done the same thing already, but she would try anyway.
"You were born in the 80s? Please, don't say the 90s. That'd make you so much younger than me, and that bothers me a little." Her lips pulled slightly in a small smile. She was teasing a bit. Her fingers continued to move over the keyboard. "Means your father was probably born in the 60s? If he wasn't in his thirties. Then there's possibly another twenty years for a grandfather - I'm guessing it's all fathers and sons. That would put in him his 70s or 80s now. Not that you needed to know that or think about it, but it would helps us figure out if he was here."
Her head tilted slightly. She wasn't seeing any record for a Henry Winchester in the City. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but she needed to find something.
"I don't think the City would give anything to you that isn't related to you. It doesn't work that way, not that it can't, but it doesn't normally." She sighed softly, not finding much.
"My death, back in my world. I watched it." She didn't pull the punch on it. "You know you're not real in some realities, right?"