[ Try not to freak out or anything, Kev, Meg's just whipping her angel blade out. No big deal.

But rather than attacking the baby prophet, she offers it to him, hilt first. ]

There, feel better now? Much more effective than salt - less messy too.

[ How is that for a sign of peace? Willingly handing over a powerful weapon than can kill her. ] I want it back later though.

[ She sighs and goes to grab a drink of water. ] We used to have a sea view and now we have these lovely clinical looking rooms.

And whatever brings us here is powerful enough to trap the four archangels with ease.

Good times.