Jack Mercer? We spoke briefly once before. My name is T'Pol; I'll be your warden. I would like to met, and discuss what you'll be doing here.

[Private to Sam Winchester]

[There's just an indrawn breath before she changes her mind. Or realizes talking to someone who's probably still asleep is just stupid.]

[Private to Dastan]

I would like to apologize for my actions upon your arrival. We were under the affects of a flood at the time, and I was-- [she is so embarrassed and just sounding stiffer and stiffer] intoxicated.