It was common for people to be, at best, unnerved by the presence of an angel. Something so much more than human, wrapped in a tiny borrowed package. When her hat flicked, Raphael inclined his head slightly, returning the greeting.

"I arrived this morning." It's calm. He's bumped into a few of his siblings since, poked about the lay of the land - he is calm, for a certain measure of it. And as of yet, non-threatened. Raphael is older than most of the universe, new things happen rarely.