He stared at the angel, and sighed, before turning to the nearest minion. "Eighty eight, please go and notify Natalya about the new hole in the base, offer my apologies, and that I will ensure it doesn't become a liability. Eight four, you aren't busy, please get..."<br/><br/>He turned to the angel, and gave a polite smile, ignoring the massive sword. "What was your name ma'am? I am Terry Rodrick, an outfitter."<br/><br/>If she gave her name or not, he turned back to the minion. "Please get her a cup of tea, Earl Gray, and set up the table with two chairs. One of them needs to be backless, she does have wings."