"Yeah, it's… it's okay." It's better than okay; she hasn't felt this good in days. It's like he just supercharged her like a battery or something, the come-hither taking up the excess. The glowing's a bit much, though, and she self-consciously rubs her arms until the light fades.

The cringe-inducting whistle gets her attention, and for half a second she expects it to be Spike. But no, it's just Crowley… who apparently has been demoted to 'just.' Well, after Lucifer, it's hard for even a full-blooded demon to inspire much terror. He might have freaky shadows, but at least he's not nothing but freaky shadows.

Still, that doesn't mean she's delighted to see him, and it's still a somewhat unenthusiastic, "Hey," she throws his way.