[Castiel's gaze turns away and Taylor's follows it, though she ends up looking at the dogs in question, waiting curiously, still covered in blue fluid, Windsor idly scratching at his ear.]

They don't know it's space. But they miss being outside and rain and-- [She cuts herself off with a heavy frown, one that looks almost pained, confused. Caught up in talking about shit that she shouldn't be saying (Castiel knew her name, did he know her pathos?), that didn't matter. Answering the question when the fact Castiel was asking it at all didn't make any sense. She looks back at him.]

You alright? You've been gone and now you're... [Acting weird. Supremely fucking weird. She shifts slightly, a stiff, stilted motion, realising how close he's standing.] you're talking different.