Anna smiled at the raised eyebrow, this man, for lack of a better label, was intriguing. Since Anna's fall she found the rebellious sort more to her liking than the zealous, power driven angels. But this man was not an angel, despite the niggling familiar feeling he gave off. Anna was in no hurry to dig to the bottom of that feeling.
"Maybe he had some help?" Anna shrugged, donning her most innocent of faces. She turned back to watch the swift retreating duck tails.
She turned back to the man next to her, "I hope you weren't planning on eating that duck - I hear, prepared just right, they make an excellent meal."