[She glares after him, squinting, trying to see what he's got going over there.

Her common sense tells her this guy is a psycho and it could be anything, but her ego is a soothing balm that mistakenly reassures her she has nothing to worry about.]

Sure does. If only we knew the cause. I bet everyone would be just fine with taking that person out, you know, for the greater good.

[When he comes at her with the syringe, she foolishly stands still, assuming nothing he could inject her with would really cause any damage.

The searing pain that pulses through her bloodstream says otherwise, and she screams, moreso from the surprise of the discomfort than the actual pain level. She's had worse, but... that had to be holy water... how did he know? Were there really books about her kind in the library? She somehow doubted Dean Winchester had been giving out private demon torture lessons. Even he wasn't that much of a dick.

The shock wears off and the humor of the situation sets in, and as such, the screams change to maniacal laughter.]

Let me get this straight, [she breathes out, raggedly] -- you're gonna torture me?