You hear the soft sound of footsteps as Cas arrives, standing tall in her postal uniform with a leather satchel slung over her shoulder. She offers a polite smile, eyes sharp yet warm, like someone who knows exactly where she belongs, even if that place is a bit unusual.

“Hey. Name’s Cas. I handle deliveries, letters, postcards, anything you might want to send or receive?" She asked.

“If you’ve got something on your mind, or you’re just looking for a break, , I’m here. I listen better than most. And no, I don’t mind staying a little longer.”

Cas shifts her satchel slightly and gives you a curious look.

“So, what’s it gonna be, mail, talk, or a little of both?”