[an archangel. It does take her a second to parse the word, forming it in her mouth and then young briefly wide-eyed at the idea. Really... first Death himself and now—]

Ah! So you're one of the actual erkienglar — I know of them, anyway. I can't say I ever thought enough about religion to study it; in many places it was used to de... despond? To look down on my job. But, [leaning forward, she inclines her head just so, brows furrowed in a showing of familiarity.] It doesn't seem it's a comfortable thing for you, either.

[a difference between fanaticism and reality, she'd guess? But it feels unfair to make assumptions here and now.]

Not that you owe me explanations, I'm always comfortable with just being distracting if that helps more.