Something that O-Ren remembered from her time with Dr. Sweets was that it was better to stare at people from inside where they could see you do it than say, up in a tree where they couldn't. Apparently, it was less creepy in the long run. She didn't really understand it, but when trying to make an impression, she was as willing to take advice on her social skills as her sword skills.

She finally moved from the doorway to where she saw Dean sitting, to talk to him instead. There was a nervous, skittish feeling in her stomach that she hated. She slid into the other side of the booth.

"Fuck what?"