Meg raised a quizzical brow and chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You hunters, always so quick with that trigger finger. You go shooting me up, well I do know how to play dead real good and you'll find your ass in the nearest jail cell." When the whiskey arrived she gave the waitress a smile and sipped her drink. "So a really good idea for you would be to take your little hand off that gun and just relax."
She glanced over her shoulder at the bartender, he definitely wasn't human. "Seems they're just letting anybody come back to life these days. Then again you are a friend of the Winchesters, so I suppose I really shouldn't be surprised."
This place was strange, even for a demon such as herself. She rotated the glass in circles on the top of the table. "Not that I'm any big fan of you hunters, think we know there's no love lost on either side here. But can't you tell there's something.. off about this place?" It was then she looked up from her class and looked at Jo with a brow raised. She wasn't here to start trouble and she had a sort of half-assed truce going on with Sam and Dean right now. Besides, there was nothing the girl had that she wanted, there was no need to screw with her.
Meg could smell the creatures there and it was revolting. She herself wasn't a fan of other supernatural beings, but then again being a demon she was just simply better than them. Her kind had been around for much longer anyways. "I mean you are aware at least three people in this place aren't human, right?" It wasn't spoken in a threatening manner, more of an amusing tone.