"An angel? You mean, like, one of God's angels?" Part of her wants to be skeptical, but it's Deerington, and really, there's no reason that running into an angel should be that farfetched under the circumstances.

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do to unclip your wings, if that's what you were thinking when the butterfly said I was powerful." It feels like a good idea to get that out of the right off the bat. "Even if you had a spell, and the ingredients, there's no guarantee it would work here."

There's a pause, before she asks, "so, what's your name, anyway?"