Mina pressed her palms on the table, leaning forward a little bit on them. She knew, of course, that proximity probably didn't make any kind of a difference, but she couldn't fight the instinct completely.

She found herself, once again, thinking about the night that Doctor M peeled her skin off in court. Mina tried to mimic the doctor's facial ticks, wondering if that would help her to better channel some kind of flesh-crafting ability.

If nothing else, Mina was determined.