"Angels?" She walks in quiet for a moment, unsure of how to respond.

"You know Jeff, before tonight I think I would have said no. That there are people and animals on this Earth and that the things that are called supernatural are fiction nothing more. Tonight...well. I certainly hope that there are angels...that security guard was straight out of a horror movie...I don't know what is fiction anymore. Say...what do angels have to do with tea?" She sounds puzzled but doesn't really pause for more than a fraction of a second.

"Just say what you need to say. I don't know what constitutes crazy anymore and you seem a rational enough guy... You haven't pointed a gun at my head, which earns you bonus points in my book. Sorry I'm babbling. Just go ahead, I'll listen with an open mind." Jane's smile lights up her weary features and no guile can be detected behind her eyes.