For a moment, the entity behind Lisa's controls looked lost, as if he'd just spoken to her in the wrong language, but more like whatever toggles were driving the severe mood swings had gotten stuck. Then, putting a hand to her mouth (smeared with filthy playground mud and bloodied from the various things she'd thrown at him), it giggled like a school girl.
"Joy ride! -that's such a perfect way to put it." Leaving him without the explanation, her expression fell into something more serious on the next heartbeat.
"I don't know where he is, but he is here. I've heard him on that... thingy." Using a muddy, bloody hand she pointed at Dean's pocket, indicating the Marrowood phone. "And he knows I'm here- that's why I was hiding, silly. Soon my turn will be over. He doesn't get to ruin it for me again."