She nodded slowly, giving Sam a look.

"Scruffy guy, curly hair somewhere between greying and brown, beard, maybe? Looks like he needs a good meal, real angry eyes? Yeah. I remember that face. I always thought God would have been nicer, not so much an asshole. He was pissed. No idea why he spared me of all people. Probably never will," that look on Sam's face, "...know."

Still staring at him, she took in a long draft of her beer and wished it did anything.

"...you've seen him, too."