Naomi closed the cupboard and approached her two captives once more, holding a pair of old pliers in one hand and tanning shears in the other. "I might not have the right, but the people are too scared of me to do anything about it. You're here to be my playthings for as long as you might be able to hold out, and from the looks of it neither of you seem likely to endure long. She looked at the angel with a devious smile and looked at her hands with mild interest. "You," she said, directing her order at the angel. "Splay out your hands. I'd like to see how long your nails are."