[She recognizes the voice immediately, from the final days of Deerington, squatting in Dean's cabin, listening in on this, that, and the other thing just to distract herself from the sense of walls closing in. Ariadne was a bit too shy to approach him, but there's no mistaking that voice.]

Well, Mister Cas, I was hoping I could arrange a meeting.

For us.

I mean, you, and myself, and Mistress Evelyn? We were sort of hoping to speak to you about a sort of delicate matter.