Based on what she had been reading, Eve thought she was the only Angel who had their heart hammering in their chest. She was terrified. Eve never had to face God before. She didn't know if the others had, but Eve always dealt with the Fates, she'd always been of their Angels, taking orders from them, and freely sassing them, as long as she didn't cross the line. She wasn't about to do that with Her. Actually, she no idea what she should be doing. It didn't matter that She had seemed reasonable enough when talking to her online, this was something else entirely. She had been sitting on the top of a building, have teleported herself there when fire erupted on the city below. There was some screaming and mass panic from the civilians down below, but she'd been waiting for this. They didn't have much of a reason to panic, even if it was sort of freaky looking.
She couldn't describe how she knew where to look for Her, she just did. There were so many things she was just learning about. They were all right, she was just the baby. But still, not her fault, and nothing she could do about, but learn as she went. But she did know, and as soon as she had had the nerve to do it, which was sooner than she expected, she muttered a teleportaion spell (Eve didn't have wings to fly anywhere, and her transportation was based on her magic), and brought herself to the warehouse.
A flash of white light, and she was there. Was it bad that she was relieved Castiel was there before her. Approaching, she also dropped to her knees, not far from him. "My Lord." she also said, not quite daring to look up at her just yet.