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[great_thief]

Three days in, and Bela's still not convinced she's not stumbled into someone else's dream. Someone else's as opposed to her own, as she's quite certain that there are better amenities and fewer primates in her dreams. Not to mention the fact that Dean would have been on a leash

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[milfweed]

Nancy too had found the clothes box fairly accommodating in providing sundresses now that the weather called for it, and when she was really lucky she'd get matching shoes, too. In fact, the dress she was wearing that morning was also green, though not the same dress, and not quite the same color green, more of a swamp green, green-yellow if she remembered her Crayola box correctly (or was that yellow-green?).

She gave the other green-clad woman a pleasant smile and went about making a shot of espresso, primed to dunk into the blender and make something cold but caffeinated. She was planning on heading out to the area near the Winchester's hut one more time today to pin down where to build her home before setting the building crew on it.

[great_thief]

Apparently it's a green sort of day, and Bela absently wonders whether that signifies anything she should concern herself over. Likely not, but she's never been one to overlook the little details.

"Good morning," she greets in a perfectly generic American accent, returning the smile with an easy one of her own. "I don't think I realized we had an espresso machine. Is it yours?"

[milfweed]

"Mine? Well, sort of, I suppose. It had my name on it, once. But I certainly don't care who uses it. Caffeine for the masses and all that." As the machine sputtered and dripped, Nancy turned back around and offered a hand. "I'm Nancy."

[great_thief]

"Caroline," Bela replies as she accepts the offered hand and gives it a shake. "It's nice to meet you, Nancy. And not just because you have an espresso machine." At least, she hopes not. "Where are you from? That's the thing to ask next, isn't it?"

[steel_singer]

Of all the damn people to run into in the compound kitchen. Bobby wasn't sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that the Colt was safely tucked away in its hiding place in his hut - er, tent.

"Bela," he said flatly, wonderin' how long it would take before she was swindlin' people outta God knows what.

[great_thief]

As if Dean's not enough.

Much as she would like to, Bela doesn't roll her eyes, nor sigh in dismay. She's dealt with Bobby before, after all, and he's not entirely unreasonable.

"Bobby," she greets with a purposely syrupy smile. "What a pleasant surprise."

[steel_singer]

He resisted the urge to snort in disbelief at her goopy tone as he went to pour himself a cup of coffee, keeping Bela in his sights at all times. "Yeah, I'm sure," he deadpanned. Fortunately, it hadn't been a surprise for him; Dean had warned him 'bout her recent arrival.

[great_thief]

"Now Bobby, be fair," Bela calmly retorts, crossing her legs in her seat, the motion smooth and practised. "The last thing I did before I got here was help you. Or did Dean neglect to inform you of that tiny detail?"

[unchosen_son]

Balancing a cup of coffee while trying to read through the book he'd grabbed on the rules of football was leading Sam Winchester to drift through the kitchen without paying much attention to anyone or anything. Sure, he noticed the people around him, but it wasn't like he was leering at them or anything.

Eventually, he set the book down and pried open the nearest cupboard to grab something to eat before he went and desperately searched for earplugs if Dean was seriously going to be that loud.

[great_thief]

There's doppelgangers here, she's heard, but that's Sam Winchester, make no mistake about it. Tall and lean with a quiet uncertainty to his step, as if he's never quite comfortable in his own skin. Casually, she sets aside her cup, extracts a bit of ribbon from her pocket, and pulls her long hair up into a ponytail.

Cup in hand again, she crosses to the cupboard, all absent-minded determination, and while she's reaching for the sugar the coffee tips right into dear, sweet Sammy's lap and all down his legs, leaving him standing in a sticky brown pool. Oops.

Bela's gasp of horror is immediate, and she reaches for the nearest towel with profuse apologies and a perfectly contrite flush to her cheeks. "Oh, I am so sorry!" she exclaims in an American accent, fussing about Sam with the towel. "I'm such a butterfingers!"

[unchosen_son]

Sam's eyes widened and a half of a curse slipped past his lips. "Jesus!" he exclaimed loudly at the coffee that was definitely not meant to be on him. He gave the woman a consternated look, fighting between the irritation and the sympathy because he doubted she'd meant to do that. "No, it's...it's okay," he protested, trying to inch away so she didn't start rubbing or anything. "Really."

[great_thief]

"I should figure out a better way to meet cute guys," Bela says with a self-deprecating chuckle as she stoops to mop up the coffee off the floor. Hesitating in mid-wipe, she swings her gaze up to Sam, and laughs softly. "I'm joking," she adds, but keeps her smile easy, if just a little abashed.

[heartlikesteel]

Ellen strode into the kitchen looking for coffee, and took note of the woman sitting at the table with her coffee. She seemed... too careful, too awake, almost. Ellen smiled politely and grabbed her usual bowl of oatmeal and cup of steaming coffee and pulled up a chair, sinking into it. She ate a few bites, still catching glimpses of the woman as she scanned the newspaper that lay on the table. New York Times, from 2005, but still. News was news.

She leaned back after finishing off the oatmeal, sipping at her own coffee. She cocked her head, finally catching the woman's eye. "You new?"

[great_thief]

Bela knows well enough when she's being watched, and the inquiry surprises her not at all. Her smile, however, is pleasant and airy as she lifts one bare shoulder in a half-shrug.

"Newish, I guess," she answers, her American accent flawless. "I've been here about a week."

[heartlikesteel]

Ellen nodded. "Adjusting well?" Something about this girl seemed off, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Why was she just sitting here, drinking coffee? But then. Maybe Ellen was just too much a skeptic for her own good. Need to break that habit eventually. She took another slow sip of coffee. ...eventually.

[great_thief]

"As well as could be expected, I guess," Bela answers with a slight chuckle. "Is it even possible, here? Just when I think I've got a handle on things, something knocks me for a loop."