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[When the feed switches on, there's the chiding tone of an Initiative worker in the background that Raven has to shrug off. It's obvious from the stark white pillow and the meticulously cleaned walls behind her that she's in one of their holding facilities, and if the bandaging over her shoulder is any indication, it's their medical ward.

He voice rises as she speaks, until she's nearly shouting.]

You know, I was just waiting for something like this to happen. What, was one of you trying to lull me into a false sense of security before you tried to finish me off?

[She's angry now that she's pretty sure she's not going to die, and rightfully so. It isn't as if she's ever really felt like she belonged among regular people, and this just seems to be justification that people here didn't believe it either.

She can already hear Charles' voice: It was an isolated incident, Raven. Everyone was going to make excuses. She's quieter when she speaks next, at least at first, but she's still irritated.]

Well, joke's on you. I'm fine, but I know what you look like and you're not just going to get away with shooting me!

[Occurring after this and this.]

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I was walking to the damn grocery store.

Not exactly monster-of-the-year behaviour.

No. [ That... really isn't the kind of behavior one would expect from a monster. ]

Did you have an altercation with anyone that day? Before you were shot.

No, I hadn't even left the house other than to go to the training facility for a while.

And before you ask -- no, I didn't do anything inflammatory there, unless someone found my ability to lift free weights offensive.

[ Castiel has no idea why physical exercise would be offensive, but nevermind that. ]

Do you have any enemies from home?

Nobody that looks like him.

[...and not really, anyway, unless you counted the government.]

There are many willing to carry out evil deeds for wealth. Are you certain?

...Perhaps if you described this man, others could be on guard for someone matching it?

[The blonde man had brought up a good point about this -- the man already knew what she looked like in her natural form, so he was already a threat. She nods.]

I'm sure. He's an older man, older than most here -- and scruffy around the face. I know that's not really a help.

No, it's not. [ WOW CAS, SO BLUNT. ]

However, it might be easier if you allowed me to search your memories. I'm certain your mind holds what you cannot adequately explain in words alone.

[...Cas...that's creepy.]

I don't let telepaths poke around in my head. Sorry.

[ What are you talking about, it's totally logical and completely normal -- okay yeah, he's sometimes a total creepshow. ]

I understand.

...Are you alright?

Not thrilled with being shot, but I've been healed.

Good. [ If only he knew who shot her, he would be far more alarmed. ]

If you remember anything, I would recommend spreading word to others.

I'll definitely do that.

[ Now that's settled, there's apparently one other thing. ]

I have a... somewhat personal question.

[Eyebrow...raise...]

Shoot.

What exactly are you?

[ Stay classy, Cas. ]

I'm a mutant.

What are you, Mister Wants-to-poke-around-in-my-head?

[Equally as classy imo]

I am an angel of the Lord.

[ No really, he's not some crazy guy in a trenchcoat. Promise. ]

...huh.

[To snark or not to snark. That's -- not what she expected, but she figures she can't really judge.]

Aren't people supposed to turn into pillars of salt if they look at you?

...No, that only happens when someone looks upon Lot's Salt.

[ It's a weapon of Heaven now, you see. ]

My true form can be overwhelming to most of my Father's creation.

So you look like this to not -- literally -- make people crazy?

That's nice of you.

No... any loss of sanity would have been temporary and would be a more fortunate response.

The last woman who looked upon my true form was blinded by it.

[ Which is a much, much nicer way of saying her eyes were burned out of their sockets... and she lived. Many others were not so fortunate. ]

...well, uh. The rest of us thank you for not making us wear sunglasses that are angel-proof, I guess.

You're welcome.

[ Captain Literal, this guy. ]