Raphael nodded and smiled, his bedside manner sliding effortlessly into place. Despite his frustration and worry for George, Agatha was the one hurting and the one he could do something about. "It is my pleasure. I'm only happy to be able to do something." He stepped inside her apartment, noticing the bandages on her hands, but didn't comment.
Across the room, Judas looked up from his laptop and scowled. Raphael gave him a polite nod, and he hunched his shoulders, hiding behind the screen. "Fuckin angels," he muttered, getting up and retreating from the room. The only reason he'd been out was because Agatha was hurting, but now the angel was here, so yeah, no.
Raphael glanced at Agatha and shrugged. "Please sit. Don't let me keep you on your feet."