Azrael much preferred it when people were awed or made hopeful by her. Fearing her was the most common reaction, especially since she usually encountered souls of the dead when it came to humans. "It's okay. The wings are in my back right now. And they wouldn't hurt you. I've never accidentally whacked anyone with a wing." She gave a little smile, hoping it would calm him.
"Never ever? Have you met a guy on the station named Lucifer?" She wondered if he knew a way to hide his wings from Dan. "Nah, I don't mind. It won't give me cancer." She couldn't help being a bit of a mother hen. She'd seen the end result for most smokers.