Becky laughs softly as the girl does the cute 'rawr' thing, she stands up, spreading her wings to their full span, letting out a full on 'Angel of Vengeance' bellow, blackish silver flames wreathing her head and shoulders, and it could almost be pictured that she hovered over Sodom as the fire rained down from above. After bellowing she quite calmly folds her wings and sits back down. "Wow...." She giggles. "I didn't realise I could still do that..." she smiles slightly, before glancing back and swearing in... Coptic? Aramaic? Ancient Greek? "Ugh, my feathers are awful..." She sighs as she starts to hide her wings... the Angelic version of putting on a hat to hide a bad hair day.