Castiel bent down, grabbing more fish, before moving over to another cell. She threw the fish in quickly and closed the door just as she had done with other dragon moments before, only this time, as she closed it, she heard a male's voice speaking to her. he turned quickly in fear, to see in one of the cells not a dragon, but a young man. Out of instinct, she reached to her side and unsheathed her dagger, pressed a button on the side to have it spark to life, made from pure electricity. She wasn't sure what to make of this sudden appearance. How had a person gotten in here without anyone seeing him? And more importantly, what happened to the dragon that had been in the cell before. 

A part of her mind came up with its own answer that the rest of her refused to believe. This young man had white hair and bright green eyes. The dragon that ha been in that cell had had white scales and bright green eyes. Yet, what she was thinking was impossible. Dragons couldn't transform into humans. That was crazy and unrealistic. But...the idea that they could just seemed so familiar to her for some reason. So familiar in fact that the impossible prospect of them changing like this seemed possible.

Very slowly she approached the cell, caution and a slight fear in her eyes, holding the dagger tightly by the hilt, "Who are you? And how did you get in here?" She asked in a stern voice she she normally wouldn't have at all, but one she mimicked from her father and mother and all the other vikings in her village. It wasn't natural for her, but it would make her seem less weak. Right? She hoped so anyway.

She paused at the offer he could help her leave and seemed to consider this, "You.....can help me leave? How?"