Enis wore a pair of torn up jeans and a tight blank tank top. Her skin was pale as if she rarely went outside with bright vibrant blue eyes set between a delicate nose. While her features could be described as cute, her gaze was sharp and critical as it swept over Dean's body.

She made no effort to hide the fact that she was checking him out. "No. I keep weapons and all related parts locked in the work shop." Most of them were her gun's anyway. "I just don't want you breaking anything you can't afford."

Thanks to Rhys and Pandora, the technology in the shop was fairly advance. To the point that there were odd looking devices around that Dean wouldn't be able to immediately identify what they did without picking them up and fiddling with it.