[ there's something off about the presence of the man who just entered. had he been a vampire like his own version of, he would've sensed it, smelled it, immediately. as it were, he can only tell that this person isn't quite human or what his home dimension defines as human. given the variety of worlds this place seems to pull people from, he's not as quick to judge or put labels on a person unless he's one hundred percent sure, and he's not here.
wary and constantly on high alert is how angel functions, though, so he'll be guarded, either way.
he kicks the cross aside, under a table with no intention of putting it back where he got it from. he would've left it where it lay had it not been for the desire not to trip some poor church-goer who might enter for more noble means. ]