Mina smirked when she spotted the soul she had been searching for. It was a male, white hair and a broad figure. Judging by his appearance he worked out in his previous life, she noticed. She spotted his hold on his shoulder and chuckled lightly, seeing the wound oozing with blood and the vile fluid excreted by the ghoul he had encountered. He was tough not to show her any emotion in this state, his wound was most likely burning and stinging as if numerous knives were being stabbed into it by now. 
'I need no assistance from a dying soul.' she replied to his question, grinning as she recognized one of the main sentences ghoul demons used. 
'What is your name, boy?' she asked him, more serious now.