[ She recognises enough to start moving, and not for the first time curses how incredibly slow walking is. Walking, and then jogging, and then she all but runs as best as she can, because there's a number of theories she has going and none of them point to good. Of course the most prevalent is that it's happened again, that she's let it happen to another sibling. Balthazar had disappeared and come back without memories, and now she just assumes that Castiel has too, and the thought is devastating. Just weeks ago they'd hugged, and now he won't remember a thing.

It takes longer than it should and when she turns the corner she's a little out of breath, but she pulls it together as she sees Castiel. The hardened, neutral expression softens almost instantly - she's losing her touch lately it seems, must be all the humanity. Clearing her throat lightly, she huddles her arms up, folding them over her chest a little as she walks down to him. ]

So how'd you go and end up like this then?

[ She's used to certain allowances that Castiel hadn't put up with as much back home, a touch here, a hand there, so she thinks little of it when she squats down next to him and peers slightly at the blood on his face. After a moment, the faint hints of a tense smile crack through, and she gestures idly at the gun in his hand. ]

I'd appreciate that thing pointed elsewhere. Little more fragile than normal, unfortunately. There's a pharmacy nearby, should have some things to get you in better shape.

[ It's...sort of a question? But not really. Mostly, it's just an instruction. Concern and stress gives way to some of the old Anna. General Anna. Garrison Leader Anna, if you squint. ]