"Anytime- Castiel, righ'?" she smiled. She stepped back to look him in the eyes. It would take a bit of time, but Rose could free him... as long as the oil didn't run out.

"Arms next," she nodded. Given that the poor guy was stuck trusting her, Rose thought it helpful to narrate her actions. Besides, she always felt more comfortable when dentists and the like did the same for her. "Jus' gonna take a look." She crouched down to inspect Castiel's left wrist. "'ey, good! Th' rust 'ere ain't so bad." The blonde went to work. Trying to be conservative with the oil, she sighed. There was so much metal. Hopefully, the captive was patient.

As she poured, Rose's mind drifted. She pictured The Doctor's barren room. Maybe he'd been dragged to this place, too, but- no, no. The room had been lifeless. Rose bit her bottom lip, forcing herself to focus. Castiel needed her optimism.

The clasp opened, and Rose clapped triumphantly. "Rotate your wrist a li'l," she encouraged. "You're probably cramped up, yea?"