As Maeve realized that she had summoned one of God's more arrogant creatures, shock slowly transformed into something else . Her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, picking up the feather and standing face to face with the very irritating creature in front of her. Her hair was disheveled, she smelled of candle wax and magic marker, and her eyes flashed with the memory of every indignity and hardship she had undergone, every sacrifice she had to make, every hope that was slowly withering in front of her over the past two months. With her voice lowered, she growled, "I will have you know, oh High and Mighty Angel Salathiel, that I called you here because my mother is<em>dying</em>and all our collective dreams are dying with her. I called you here to try and save her or failing that, at least make it so the bank doesn't come and seize the only thing that we worked so hard together to preserve from us. Is that a cause worthy of your mighty powers?" A little voice inside her was screaming that it wasn't a good idea to be sarcastic with otherworldly creatures, but in her anger, she actively chose to ignore it. "So since you are at my will," she continued, pointedly leaving out the words<em>for the time being</em>, "let me ask you what you can do about that. If it won't be an inconvenience or anything."