It was a bit like watching a cat try and skid down a waxed floor. If this was an Archangel, she figured the Christian God had one hell of a sense of humor. She passed a look to her sister before getting up. "Hi."
She wondered if he looked put out because he hadn't been able to share the news himself, or that he didn't think the rest of them would believe him. "You have the worst imagination ever, if you're actually the Michael. Creativity not part of the wing bonus?" Maybe it wasn't the smartest idea to get testy with an angel, but she kind of blamed Michael for Victor's wounds. Maybe not logical, but she didn't think anyone expected her to be right now. "We know, about things like you. And Vic's high, not prone to hallucinating."