Her first thought isn't a human reaction: it's a vivid flash of taking a bite out of him and seeing if he's right and she can't really hurt him. Mina takes a sip of wine and shakes it off, all too used to such urges but still uncomfortable with them.

"It's your city, Jack. What is there to do?" she asks, taking a forkful of pasta. The food smells incredible: fish of some sort, with cream and garlic and basil.