temperance can read your bones like a book. (ossifying) wrote in thedoorway,
Temperance's eyebrows raised, but she chose to suspend her disbelief for the moment in the interest of examining him. She held out a hand to him, palm up. "If you'll roll up your sleeve, or take off your jacket, and then give me your wrist," she said, "I'd like to take your pulse."
She would have liked to get him into a laboratory, but she currently had none available to her. Certainly not with SHIELD, although she had heard that there might be positions available with them. At the moment she was still treating her stay in this universe as if it were an extended layover on her trip back to Washington, D.C. in her own universe, so she had not begun to make those types of plans. The money they had given her was sufficient enough for the moment, although much less than what she was used to. She'd gotten used to not having a budget at all, in fact.
As for the supposed death of Castiel's mind, she filed that away scientifically, along with the fact that he looked ashamed of it. Perhaps it was too blunt for a sensitive topic, but she asked the first question that came to mind. "Is that a result of your true form being inside him?"