[ Does this count as her good deed for the week? She isn't exactly itching for reasons to run into Raphael or Lucifer, and coming to collect the newly arrived prophet hardly gels well with that general life goal in town, but she came anyway. Mostly out of an old knee jerk reaction to protect The Word of Dad than any self-sacrificing tendencies, it has to be said, but good intentions were still there.

He seems nice enough though, nice enough that he doesn't deserve to be tangled up in all of their mess. They rarely do, the humans dragged into the bitter feud, and all that ends up happening is more collateral damage. Well, maybe she can help avoid that this time around. Might as well make some good out of her time here, right? ]

You're not having a nervous break down yet? [ The 'yet' is added with a slightly teasing grin, and after another totally not nervous what are you talking about she's not scared of archangels glance around the area, she tips her head in the direction of the house. ] Number eleven is this way. The town is small, it's not hard to get an idea of where everything is after a little time wandering around.

[ She pauses for a moment, then extends her hand towards him as she tips her head towards the building she'd come from initially. ] Or, well. There's the shortcut too, but that's not for everyone.