Ellen huffs out a laugh. "That's the one. Michael and Lucifer throw down, everyone dies." They took her bar, her home, and her daughter. She does not like the angels. Never mind the demons and everything else.

"Yeah, probably for the best. They're all... well, they're angels." There's really no explanation beyond that for them, really. Ellen has tried to do it to herself if nothing else, but even driving with one she hasn't got a clue how to explain them.

Ellen ducks through the door with a nod of thanks. "Been a while since I ran one, but it's like riding a bike. You never forget." She finds the bathroom and frowns at the still. "You make anyone blind yet?" Because if not? Well, that's better than some.