Her gaze tracks from Sam to the Scythe to Dean and back again, and her eyes narrow.

"I'm gonna ask to see your authorization," she says, and there's a new note of tension in her voice. Of suspicion.

"Twelve years at this company and I haven't failed a loyalty check yet. My record's spotless. So you show me your signed order, or you give me a name and I'll call in and confirm it, or you give me some evidence you're not a practical joke from R&D. Or I call Security."