Evidently, this place is going to be an exercise in how good her memory is. She hasn't heard a mention of an angel in a long time — aside from sayings like you're such an angel, which she hears occasionally when visiting Midgard. Her first thought is, honestly, snow angels, as ridiculous as that is. It does, however, lead her back to what snow angels are supposed to be. She has a brief, brief memory of her mother standing over her, smiling, telling her how to make one, before she pulls herself fully back to the present.

She's met such a wide variety of creatures that she doesn't even bat an eye at the thought of angels being real. Maybe there are thoughts toward logistics, but the cosmology of where she comes from is... crowded, and diverse. And like first learning of what she is now, the thoughts simply raise curiosity.

"You're the first angel I've met, then," she comments, smiling. "And don't worry, I don't mind questions. Saying you don't need to eat guarantees them. I used to be human, a long time ago. I'm a Valkyrie."