"Maybe it's worth it to have a constant companion," Balthazar murmurs, and pulls open a door, holding it for her. "And all the tuna you can eat."

"I suppose I owe you an explanation now. I'm an angel, you see. An ofan. A short while ago, I was sent to unsink the Titanic, and then to resink it. Which is a long story, I'm afraid, but." He gestures loosely around them. "Here I am again."

"...I'm almost afraid to ask, but was there a film in your world?"