Dean waves a waiter over and then looks down at the beads she dropped. His are dangling around his neck and wrapped around both wrists. Then he looks at her, taking note of her position and posture. She kind of reminds him of his father when he was in an unfamiliar situation. Alert and ready to go. "As near as I can tell? About four hours. No telling how long I was out before they turned me loose, though. You?"

He asks the waiter for another beer when he arrives and glances over at Natasha for her order.