“You’re in the right place, don’t worry.” She was .. a tad hesitant to get too close, but the place was warded up to the roof, she had a witch catcher in the other room just in case and she’d made sure to word her offer peacefully. So, all in all she’d be relatively safe and well-prepared. Or at least she hoped she was, given it’d been about half a year since she’d supposedly died and half a year since her mother had .. well, died.
For a moment upon getting the news she’d been severely hit, but part of her knew Rowena didn’t go down that easily. And if she did, she’d be back soon enough. Rowena never didn’t have a back up plan - something he was sure he’d gotten from her even if they both would never admit to it. Crowley settled in a small(for her) house in a busy neighbourhood in the suburbs a few months after escaping a never-ending tragedy. Hell wasn’t worth the effort, the Winchesters weren’t worth the effort - she was tired of all the fighting.
And stuck in a vessel she didn’t particularly like (she did, but it wasn’t the vessel), which might throw her mother off, but then again she’d recognized her before, so she didn’t have to worry all that much. “Come on in, mother. Tea?”