Dean. Sam's mention of his brother's name instantly put a lot of context in it's place, regarding him, regarding his brother, and their entire fucked up situation, and Gretel reflected her train of thought by tugging one corner of her mouth into it's cheek. "I did. Nice guy. Bit nosy." A dimple formed there, deep enough to rely a fond memory of the modern hunter, if slightly complicated. It was hard not to see Dean- and now Sam- as younger comrades in the same war, knowing what they did. Even if technically they were around the same age. Well. Not chronologically. She and Hansel had about three hundred years on the Winchesters. "And thank you. I do try to properly accessorize."
When their brief introduction suddenly included the lanky man in the long coat who questioned her general preparedness, Gretel met his inquiry with an arched brow, as if to say exactly how long have you been here?. Any response she had was cut off, surprisingly, by Sam, who came to her defense in an impressively diplomatic way. She pressed her lips in a subtle smile of agreement, nodding to the second Doctor in agreement with what Sam said. Then the redhead chimed in, and her brother's name was mentioned in a context Gretel was much more familiar with. Being recognized. Even here, three centuries in their future, she was getting used to it.
She nodded to the woman- Amy- while sliding the blade back in it's place on her hip. "My brother is close, if we need him. Otherwise he's off doing other productive things." Like weapon making. Both he and Gretel had seen more human-meat than anyone should in their lifetime, and commonly it was on the bones of dead children. She didn't blame him for not wanting to chance it here. Honestly, she wasn't particularly looking forward to it, either.
When the floppy-haired Doctor started them off, making a point to single out herself and Sam for further interest, she sent a curious-slash-cautious glance up to the other hunter, then returned to the group, falling compliantly along. She was used to being the one who planned, but with characters like this, it seemed more prudent to observe from the background until she knew what they were dealing with. It seemed fairly clear to her that Sam was of the same mind.