Lee shifted her weight back on her thighs as her back straightened and she fixed her frizzled hair. Pulling out her pony tail, Lee began to breathe normally, she had to run her fingers through her loose hair a couple of times to help with relaxing though. Slipping the tie on her left wrist, next to her watch, Lee slowly stood up as the man before them seemingly threw a fit over having a soul.<br/><strong><br/>"Why bloody hell, I have a soul! I take offense to that! I'm not some lowly demon of the abyss! I'm one of the Heavenly Choir! I was around before you girls' great grandparents were a twinkle in their great grandparents eyes! And to think fate favors you mortals! As much as I like your kind, you can be so narrow minded."</strong>Lee looked up as she was standing, examining the flailing man. Her eyes still drawn to his face. He was rather attractive, but she was more captured by his actions versus his face. He turned around before she could focus even more on his face. Rubbing her left arm, in an awkward fashion, she watched as his wings shrank and then seemingly disappeared. Interesting.<br/><br/><em>'So he's... an angel then? But why is he so... improper?'</em>Lee thought as she watched him, her heart still vastly out of sync with the rest of her body, throes away from a palpitation attack. Whereas her muscles in her arms and legs were no longer frozen and her brain was relatively aware of the happenings going on. She jumped, a bit nerved as well, when the angel shouted loudly and spun around. Instinctively biting her lower lip, she watched as he suddenly collapsed to the floor, his face pale and bluish. Her instincts again kicked in, but this time she moved to the man on the floor, helping was something she did on a basic level. But the tone of her action was misplaced and confusing, because she herself was in semi-shock and she was forcing herself to help another over herself.<br/><br/>Having crossed into the summoning circle she placed a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes. "Are you... okay?" She asked tentatively as she searched for a way to remove the cloak from around his neck. "Is your cloak too tight?" Her lips pursed tight as she got an up close look at his face, inside her body reacted as did her mind.<em>'He's really not that bad looking, no... not bad looking is an understatement... oh shut up brain,'</em>she thought, her brain screaming at her as her hands moved to find a way to release his cloak.