Lunafreya looks down into her lap. "I know that is what you think is best. But we are dead… where would we go? Where would we take them?" If there was some sort of solid evidence that there was a way to escape, other than the ferry or Rastus because they clearly make it out at least once a month... she just can't get behind the idea of trying to leave just yet.

"They did torture us, but I think for now we need to play nice," she states again, looking up at him. "Upsetting both the spirits and our friends will do no one any good right now, dear Crowley. They want us to learn more, so let us do just that."