Magic. Witches. Angels. Lisa had just been the one chased and attacked by a psychotic invisible being, and here she was looking between the two of them like she'd been dropped in the crazy-house. Sure, she'd been here for a while- she'd seen some crazy shit, but not the David Blane kind of shit Emma so casually displayed and explained away.
Then there was Dean, who was claiming he'd not only seen angels, but apparently knew their various talents.
And now Lisa was dizzy again.
"I'm just gonna--sit down..." She barely got the new jeans on her hips before plopping back down in the office chair, the butts of both palms set to her eyes. One preemptively waved off the concern she knew would be aimed in her direction.
"You guys go'head doing- whatever. Just give me a sec..."