Azrael decided to walk to the food court. She wasn't certain if Dan had figured out that she was the angel of death. Showing her wings and flying might be too startling. Her fallback lie of pretending to be a ghost was no good either. Their online conversation would make that hard to believe. She'd have to improvise and hope she didn't freak him out. It would be nice to have a friend, or even simply an acquaintance, who understand how much death was on the station.
She walked into the food court and saw that he had fries. Nice. She went to the restaurant and ordered a plate of galvaude for herself, then brought to the table and sat down across from Dan. "Hey."