Aw, lookit his face. Angel sighs, raking a hand back through his hair, which immediately goes back to it's previous shape, like magic. Spider demon magic.

"No, babe, I ain't seen any'a those guys. Maybe they came here same as you, yeah?" There's a reassuring pat to one broad, angel-y shoulder. "Buff space guy I know's named Fearless. He woulda mentioned if he had a hot geometric-ass cousin or somethin'."

One more pat, then he gestures at the elevator again. "There's a hotel down there too, and one up here, I can emotionally bully the concierge into givin' me the list'a folks who're stuck here, if you wanna?"