She makes a little face, briefly; Sonja's the only one from their world, she's sure they'd know if there were anyone else, and the whole thing is just...odd. Off. She's getting used to it, almost, in that she expects the differences now, but sometimes she finds the notion of worlds where New York functions without a wall of encroaching eldritch horrors and slums overseen by the rich and drugged past caring about what they're living off-

The apocalypse, as Cas no doubt knows full well for himself, doesn't always make for people with a lot of sympathy.

"There are a lot of those, here."