A smile, or at least, the faint ghost of a smile, spread across Mina's lips. "Mister Castiel, I presume?" she asked, turning to face him. No predator's taint. Not a Kindred. Still, there was something interesting about him, aside from the fact that he was not, all together, an unfortunate looking specimen. She would have to delve into that the old fashioned way.

Or, she supposed, she could throw caution to the window and try Dominating him. Then again, no one was quite that straightforward these days.

She extended an arm to him, turning her palm down to hide the burn scar, five inches beneath her wrist. "Dr. Mina Barrett."