"Well. We may not end up getting along, but all right. Let's see who it is." If it comes to running, he's getting caught. In a straightaway he can get up to a decent speed, but he has to build momentum, and he's too big and cumbersome to be agile. Better not tell her that.

He hasn't kept much from his time as an angel. The eyes. The language. Something of music, and of the immensity of time Iuliael spent on Earth appalled and delighted by what they found. And this.

Julien draws himself upright in this small space and seems to become backlit or outlined in faint, soothing light, though someone would have to be pretty close to feel that effect. "Hello?"