Stacia hops down, shifting in mid-air so that she's human-shaped when she lands on her feet. It's good practice, keeps her from misjudging the landing and falling on her face in an emergency.
"No problem," she answers, though she does move to turn on the fan over the stove. Cigarettes are stinky and, while she's happy enough to make sure Dan doesn't break his neck or freeze to death in the process of smoking, she wants the smell gone as quickly as possible too.
"The archangel Raphael," she says, a little bemused. "I think he mostly gets name-checked in Judaism and Catholicism. Oh man, did I not tell you about the six months I spent looking for angels so that we could prevent our reality from getting eaten?"
Wow, she'd thought that would have come up at least once, given that they keep ending up in other realities to try and prevent them from being destroyed!
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"No problem," she answers, though she does move to turn on the fan over the stove. Cigarettes are stinky and, while she's happy enough to make sure Dan doesn't break his neck or freeze to death in the process of smoking, she wants the smell gone as quickly as possible too.
"The archangel Raphael," she says, a little bemused. "I think he mostly gets name-checked in Judaism and Catholicism. Oh man, did I not tell you about the six months I spent looking for angels so that we could prevent our reality from getting eaten?"
Wow, she'd thought that would have come up at least once, given that they keep ending up in other realities to try and prevent them from being destroyed!