Castiel looked down, watching her work on the wrist clasp. If he did have a quality to his name, it was patience. He could wait if necessary and do so without uttering a word. Sometimes that silence could make others feel nervous though, but he could never quite figure out when things went from just quiet to uncomfortable. Humans were not easy to read, even when the answers were written on their faces.

His wrist was moved at the instruction and he did find the limb to be sore. A slight wince and once he was free enough, he raised his arm slightly to have a look. Yeah, this has not been a pleasant experience at all. And since he was now stuck in a new strange place, he needed to be at his best, just in case.