Her head tilted, and Phaedra crossed her arms over her chest, considering the being before her.
She'd never directly encountered Castiel before. That was back in York, back before the disappearances. But there was something about having been inside Dean's mind and inside Harry's, and their having encountered him. They both had such a clear, concise mental image of him that she did, in fact, know him on sight.
But something was wrong, here.
She didn't expect the angel to know her, but... He was looking at her like she was something to hurt.
Why are you stopping?
"Because you're not very subtle," she answered.
Phaedra was going to lose patience quite rapidly. She was doing the right thing, the good thing; she was choosing not to feed on anything alive. Was that a problem, now, too?