A soldier. Damn it, she really did like him. "I'd offer to examine you, but somehow, I have a feeling your physiology is beyond anything that I've ever encountered before." And if he were dying, she very much doubted that anything in her bag of tricks could help him. Would vampire vitae work on an angel? It sounded more like a philosophical question than a medical question to her.

Mina picked up her drink, swirling the remaining liquid, then downing it all in one shot. She gestured over to the bar tender who, fortunately, did not ask what she wanted, but instead, went about mixing her another drink. She jerked her head toward Castiel's glass too and he nodded.

It was now time for the scientist in Mina to kick in. "So," she said slowly, "if you're not quite human, but you're not an angel anymore, then what is it that sets you apart from the rest of us?"