Ellen straightens, leaving the gun under her jacket. Not that she's underestimating the woman, but no reason for this to escalate if it doesn't have to. "I'm takin' it. I'm working on something." No way. She needs a still. Spring will show up, eventually, and then she needs to start scouring for fruits, grains and other things that can be distilled into liquor.

She grabs the coil of tubing, which will go nicely with her rusted tub. Maybe she can get Cas or Balthazar to help her test the alcohol.

"I'm Ellen." She offers.