He had simply nodded. "No need to rush, I am not going to be pulling them in for at least a year, more likely a decade."<br/><br/>He was eventually forced to pop his armor on the trek up, bringing his helm and armor seals on, though he left the face plate see-through as he wasn't here to actually fight. The slowly returning beyonder poison/corrosion was making his passive abilities start to flutter again, as more and more of his power went to repairing and combating it. He was more here to observe and see if the angels of heaven were acceptable for possible recruiting, knowing he was going to check the best of the absolute best. That was all the constructs would accept, after all.<br/><br/>He watched for barely ten seconds before he knew he would be sending the close combat specialists here for further refinement, at least at first. Then those units would dissect and disseminate the learnings to the rest of the units, and they would begin improving it further. He personally agreed with the drive for perfection, it meant there were fewer imperfections for an opponent to exploit. Clearly this angel, who had to be THE Archangel Michael, was a man after Draiss' own philosophy, survival first, destruction of the enemy second, and honor and glory a distant third. He simply took a seat, wincing a bit as he did so, less from the light and holiness of the area and more from a muscle, damaged from the poison/corrosive, protested the movement.