She was glad he didn't comment on it, she'd had enough of that from her superiors back home, who thought her crazy.
She noted the reaction..or lack there of..from the people around them and wondered if he had something to do with it. From her count, most people aren't this calm around men with wings sprouting from their back.
"Haven't met a real angel yet." She said bluntly. " God of Thunder, yes, and hell-spawned specter, but not angel...you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but I figure you'd know better than me. Was I wrong to join the enemy, even if it meant my people being saved? There are some in my world that see me as a 'sell out', and that hurts more than any physical wound."