The angel picks up the device, and examines it, briefly. "Wait... did it look like a handmade sword and armor?" he asks, cringing, as if he knew what the answer was. When he gets confirmation, he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Oh, Father... you do test my eternal patience, don't you?" He sighs, and looks evenly at Terry. "I'm terribly sorry about this. My partner is... old fashioned. I'm afraid she's taken most of the stories of Earth a little too literally. We don't normally go around in gilded armor with swords, after all," he says, opening his coat a little to show the rather impressive-looking sub-machine gun hanging at his hip, right next to the<em>very</em>impressive-looking revolver.<br/><br/>He turns to Natalya. "May I go see her, and talk some sense into her? I'll pay for any damage she caused."