<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>Fran blinks and watches the display, her eyebrows raising at the loud war cry. She lets out a low whistle and remarks, "Impressive." The angel starts to hide her wings, but the construct stands and sets a hand on her shoulder, shaking her head a little. "Nah. I like 'em. They're beautiful." She leans in, reaching back to brush her fingertips gingerly over the edge, lightly stroking the grey feathers.