[Technically not Angry Angel. Yet.]

"Um, yes? Standing in front of you and talking seems to be working pretty well at the moment, and as long as you keep up this non-violent shtick and I stand in the way of your truck, seems to me like it will keep on working." Ithuriel smiles as she reaches the front of the truck and leans rather casually on it, still keeping her eyes fixed on the driver. "Declaring myself an angel means plenty. It means you should know you can't get past me by force. And I'm hardly going to take a look at what's in the back, am I? You'll drive away as soon as I move aside." She gives him a look, wondering if he really thinks she's that stupid. "Go home, wise guy. I've successfully foiled your part of the plan by standing in front of you."