Angel shakes her head. She doesn't know this woman from a Bandit. But the point - and this would always be the point - was that she was hurting, that her soul was in misery, and Angel - she would always choose to be kinder, now that she could.

The room around them changes again, from the wood of the tall ships cabin. To a metal and light filled room. A far different time and place, of technology that far out stripped even Anchor, and with it, Angel changes. Back to something more human, even if the blue tattoos on her left hand side stay - she takes flight, two huge and white powerful wings of light that suspend her from the ground. Unearthly but still human, she hovers.

But that isn't what she wants to show her companion as she lifts a hand to beckon her.

"Come here. I can't hurt you like this."