Mina briskly walked over to the scientist, taking off her jacket and setting it down on the ground in a neatly folded pile. She started checking vitals, checking pupils for dilation, doing all the essentials. Just like riding a bloody bicycle.

"I won't use my magic on you or anyone else," she murmured, undoing the scientist's shirt enough to check a pulse point, "as long as they don't give me cause. And you certainly have not."