[ Oh, a break. Okay, yeah, sure, have a break, Dean. Because Wonderland is the kind of place that regularly offers those. (Seriously, though, the guy does deserve a break here, and Blake will surely admit as much later, but for now...) ]

You kiddin' me? [ So much exasperation all of a sudden, that hand dropping back to her side. ] After every—

[ She huffs and crosses her arms, jaw working back and forth during the short silence. Arguing is the last think she wants to do here, but the desperation (or whatever this idiotic, lost, stupid, unpleasant, ridiculousness) Blake happens to be feeling dictates something of a response.

Her voice becomes more clipped the second time around. ]

Look, might be weird — whatever that means in a place like this — but I was also tryin' to help. If you're gonna be too stubborn to even consider takin' a little advice, then fine, but don't act like you're bein' persecuted here.

[ Blake tosses her hands into the air. ]

Christ, whatever. Dean? Good seein' you. Have a pleasant stay.

[ And then she proceeds to make the most valiant attempt to stomp away... only to fail spectacularly. Like a newborn faun on shaky legs, she wavers along at a pace barely faster than walking, arms stretched out a little like she might as well be traversing a tightrope.

Fucking Wonderland. ]