[Angel was quiet for a moment, taking in the appearance of the man, Anders she reminded herself, in front of her. She had seen a great deal of curious apparel in her "adventures" back home (nothing quite beat the skin masks), but this certainly took the cake. It suddenly made sense why he might not know about her bedtime stories — he looked as if he had come from one himself.]

You have quite the name yourself. It is wonderful to meet you, so to speak.

[Even in the face of his denial, her reassuring smile did not fade. She simply nodded once, not quite convinced to back off.]

I understand. Just know that should you ever need it, I am willing to help. I spent many years lending a hand where I could. Old habits die hard, it seems.