Mabel just manages to stop herself from chewing on her nail. This wasn't an interrogation, this organization wasn't anything close to being the police. She could, if she wanted, walk out any time. But that would be stupid, because from what little she could gather, this place was going to be downright awesome.

"I've been in the business officially for about six years, but I've been sort of doing it all my life. My usual cases are hauntings, I, uh - " Her hands twist together. Hellboy said this was okay to be honest about, and if someone like Hellboy said it, it had to be true. "I see dead things. I've never been capable of directly understanding them, but they seem to... understand me? I've had a pretty high success rate with calming them down when they're freaking out a home owner. I've dealt with a lot of other things, but they're hard to... categorize. Usually on the smaller side, things that fall into cryptozoological categories, or things that are something else. I saw a water dragon dance through the rainclouds once, when I was little."

She frowns as she meets Integra's gaze, trying to be thorough. "I'm not experienced when it comes to some of more traditional supernatural creatures, like vampires or werewolves. I'm usually capable of telling when someone isn't human, but it's not so easy to tell you way. I can do some basic warding, like keeping things out and in, but that's limited to the dead or the between. My usual method is to see if I can reason with something or understand it's purpose, but I'll kick in some heads if I need to do that. I'm more of the person you call when that coyote with three heads ate your cat."

That's happened. More than once.