She raises her eyebrows at him. Then, she looks at the chalk designs around her bar, before looking back at him. "There are ways. None here, unfortunately." She would gladly keep Raphael away from her - despite what he did for Jo.

Ellen sighs. "If you want to keep them away from you, don't get in their way. I made that mistake and got dead." She knows it. Her and Jo. That explosion hadn't just killed the hellhounds.

"Other than that, there's nothing here that will keep them away. Not as far as I know." She knows some sigils, but not well enough to reproduce them, and here she's not going to do it. That just would add fuel to the fire, and it isn't worth it. "And if the folks holding us captive have it? They better hope it never runs out. Angels don't take kindly to being trapped."