Absently, Mina watched the sales attendant. "He's attractive," she muttered. "You know, a few months before you arrived, I was fool enough to enjoy a drink with a very handsome gentleman."

It saddened her, actually, that nothing had come out of her encounter with Castiel. She had held high hopes that he might, perhaps, restore her from her deadened state. But such things were not meant to be and trying to fulfill that need always had a way of reminding Mina how lonely she felt.

"There's a very old expression among the Crone. You're probably too young to have heard it," she murmured. "It's written in Latin, but roughly translates, it says, 'A Kindred always hides, a Kindred's fate is known, a Kindred always stays in the dark and all alone.'"