2nd Shot [video, near nightfall]
[Trish has found a pizza. She's very casually eating it in a shabby building in what looks like the slums, NV propped up against something to broadcast while she carefully balances the cardboard box with one hand and picks at a slice with the other, taking a piece of pepperoni up between her thumb and pointer finger and popping it into her mouth and then cleaning the grease off her fingers thoughtfully.]
Boy, never a dull moment around here is there. I'd ask what's shaking with everyone but that sort of pun's not really my style.
[She picks up a piece of pizza and takes a delicate little nibble.]
Know what is? Odd jobs and... I guess you could say the protection racket. And seeing as my vacation abruptly ended when they turned up at my place with an eviction notice, I guess I need to find myself some sort of employment, and a little bird tells me that for my particular field of expertise I need to have words with someone called Sam Winchester. Anyone know where I could find him?
[And she finishes her piece of pizza, cleans her fingers off one by one, then adds as an afterthought:]
Oh and Spikey? You owe me a favor, kid. How's your couch?
Boy, never a dull moment around here is there. I'd ask what's shaking with everyone but that sort of pun's not really my style.
[She picks up a piece of pizza and takes a delicate little nibble.]
Know what is? Odd jobs and... I guess you could say the protection racket. And seeing as my vacation abruptly ended when they turned up at my place with an eviction notice, I guess I need to find myself some sort of employment, and a little bird tells me that for my particular field of expertise I need to have words with someone called Sam Winchester. Anyone know where I could find him?
[And she finishes her piece of pizza, cleans her fingers off one by one, then adds as an afterthought:]
Oh and Spikey? You owe me a favor, kid. How's your couch?