Some rusty chain fell to the ground as Castiel shifted. A crouched Rose gathered it out of the way, grateful to see progress. She paused to consider her next move. The man before her was being oddly quiet, and she couldn't understand why. Had Rose's own mouth been locked up- even for a short period- there would be no shutting her up.

Giving the oil can a shake, the girl stood. Her free hand tugged at some loosened links near Castiel's shoulder. "Sorry," she said quietly, unsure if she was hurting him.

The silence was weird. "Soooo, mate," Rose managed, "D'ya know 'ow this 'appened, or didja arrive this way?"