She waits for the inevitable questions. They always come. However, with everyone else here – and  ANGELS no less – she has a standard answer. “I have enhanced hearing. I can hear the heartbeats and breathing of people.” Brigid smiles a little. “It’s part of the reason I stay out here. Much quieter.” None of that is a lie; it’s just not the whole truth.  

Her conversation with Gabriel comes back to haunt her for a moment, but she takes a deep breath and refuses to let the fear overwhelm her again. She hasn’t been back to the church since that day, and hasn’t prayed at all, keeping them under wraps, since the Archangel had been so offended. “I’m sorry if I offended you. I haven’t met many that aren’t human.”