[ She does look slightly relieved as Castiel moves between the mirror and her, but that doesn't mean she's going to stop eyeing it with mistrust. It's worse, what little she can make out from beyond the mirror, precisely because she can't actually make it out. It's almost like a radio on just out of earshot. She knows the sounds are there, the voices echoing away like any other, but as hard as she tries she can't decipher anything. It's frustrating, distressing, and she doesn't like it one bit. ]

They have no right to take a face, flip it and change it an call it by a name already possessed. It's not theirs, they can't take it.

[ Distress isn't something River handles particularly well, and she presses her hands to her face for a moment before standing. She draws a little closer to Castiel so that she can peer around him and stare at the mirror again. ]

Evil in name or evil in nature?