Angel has one set of spindly arms on his hips, the other crossed, because he is just 97% limb. He watches the horizon meditatively, then turns back to the new guy.

"Yeah, it takes a sec to get used to those little fuckers. S'why I hang out in Hell, most'a the time."

A pause, a slight headtilt. "You, uh. You freakin' out? Cause I only know sexy CPR, which ain't as effective."