Her attention is suddenly, fiercely focused on him. Every single snake on her head is pointing beady little reptilian eyes right at him. Lips compress slightly, worry dominating her brain. It takes a moment for her to formulate what she wants to say, but still comes out badly. "You are not allowed to expire, Alex Krycek. We will not allow it, and if necessary, we will march into Hades' realm and pry your soul from his cold black little fingers and stuff it into a less fragile vessel. And if you protest, we'll find a way to bind your soul to a soccer ball and kick you around for the rest of eternity."

Realizing that sounds absolutely psychopathic, she tries to cover by adding lightly, "Jake would be sad. He'd whine. He might even cry." She shudders for dramatic effect, "We would absolutely not be able to deal with a sad, crying Jake. So it's your duty to stay alive, damnit." She doesn't mention how much the thought of Krycek's death terrifies her. But considering she just threatened to march into hell and drag him back.. he's probably already gotten that clue.

She thinks of something.. Jake.. coffee.. lack of sleep, and asks suspiciously, "Have you been letting him feed you coffee late at night? The caffeine doesn't really affect him, but too much of it will seriously fuck with your system."