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[Meg is not pleased and seems to have taken up a seat in the back booth of some bar. It's pretty dingy and smoky, definitely not clean, and not at all a respectable joint in any way. She manages to look completely out of place, her hair pulled up and in a white dress shirt. If it wasn't for the leather jacket draped over her shoulders and the glass that must've been something on the rocks, it could be easily assumed that she'd found herself in the wrong place. If you didn't know her anyway.She's got her feet kicked up on the table and she's probably got the phone propped up judging by the angle, though she's not quite as in frame as she could be.]

Canada. That's a new one. Haven't been here in …..Oh, well. An apocalypse. Who's idea was having a mystical hell hole trap in Canada...?

It's a nice little magical feedback loop they have going, real pretty and all, have to admit that. Can't get out, only can get in if you're "pulled".

[She pauses, and rolls her glass across the table, staring past the camera, and looking for all the world like she's got her thoughts elsewhere.]

I don't really have time for this.

[There's a beat, and she rolls her eyes.]

And even if I don't just get yanked out of history for all time, I don't like having my things get screwed with, got it?

I was on a roll.

[There's another pause as Meg thinks, her eyes lighting up before she finally starts chuckling. It's not really a nice sound, and she finally looks at the camera, raising an eyebrow.]

Just is my kind of luck though, these days. So. Come out, come out, where ever you are. It doesn't take much to sniff hell and angel dust, so who've I gone and gotten my poor little self trapped with, hm? Don't be shy.

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[Michael is amused at Meg's appearance. He does enjoy the fact that she makes Crowley squirm like the pathetic little worm he is. From what he's observed from the other conversations she seems to be much further alone than the rest of them.]

I'm far more interested in what you've been through, Meg, then telling you who might be here.

Since I need all the allies I can get here, she's off limits.

[Leans forward to put his elbows on his knees.]

I had no intention of killing her. Will you be inviting her to live in the building - because I should probably send out a memo to the other residents.

[So Zachariah doesn't smite her or Erik doesn't torture her to death.]

Yes. I think I will. I'll talk to Erik...you handle Zachariah?

Of course.

What can I say? I'm an interesting girl. I can see why you'd want the inside scoop.

[Not that it's particularly comforting to have someone she doesn't recognize, and can't see the face of, knowing her name. That's not a good thing, generally.]

But I don't give anything for nothing. Spill a little first and we'll see where this goes.

You've certainly seen interesting things.

[Michael smiles. It's calm, soothing and very deceiving.]

Would you still offer to tell me anything if you knew who I was?

[...Noooo That's not unnerving at all.] What can I say, I'm pretty open-minded. [...] Sometimes.

I'm Michael.

[Nothing else because he's sure she doesn't need it. So instead he waits and watches for her reaction.]

[Meg pauses, because she wasn't-...Okay. So she had a hunch. She was really just hoping that it wasn't an angel. A Winchester looking angel. So, the hope had been a little hopeless. Sue her. This day just keeps getting better and better. She manages to keep her composure fairly well all things considered.]

Of course you are.

So, are you just going to vaguely menace at me until I give you a tell all?

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