Sam gives her a sympathetic look. By now, he's realized that everyone who is pulled here can come from any kind of universe.

It's not a fact that's fully settled with him yet, but he can tell she doesn't exactly hail from his home town. "I think that's the typical arrival for everyone. Wake up, confusion fogging the brain. It takes a few days for it to really sink in."

Pushing himself up, he stands, resting a hand on the table so he can put some weight on it. It's easier to be steady. He holds his other hand out for a handshake, though belatedly he wonders if that's a common greeting where she's from. No matter, he gives her a tired smile regardless.

"My name is Sam Winchester. I just got here myself a few days ago."