"Okay, that's cute," he says. "Uh. No. What I mean by an accident is, like, nobody is going to fess up, nobody brought you here on purpose, probably nobody knows how to put you back, how would somebody put you back?"
"They need to think about sending us back for about a minute. But honestly if there's stuff I can do while here, I don't need to go back right now, I don't mind. I don't even have any concordances I need to wait for. So I guess I can just stick around fixing things that need fixing until the summoner dies or figures out how to put me back. The demon might not be so lucky, but it's not like we can ask him now."
"Because he's acting like he's gagged and bound, and if that's the case we can't remove the gag without unbinding him. Which I highly recommend against. Because then he would be free to do whatever he wanted and when you can make black holes that is extremely alarming."
Cam sighs.
A loose angel could turn this random pajama-clad boy into so much water before he could so much as scream, but he notices she's not mentioning that.
"Black holes are pretty alarming," says Tony, "but like, just because you can do something doesn't mean you will, I can build nuclear bombs but I don't. Also didn't you say you can turn things into other things? Are there serious safety limits on that power that you didn't mention?"
"Nnnno I can in practice be just as scary as that implies. But I am not going to."
"That's nice of you," says Tony. "I'm sorry I can't really, like... point you at random problems that can be solved with transmutation, magic isn't publicly known around here and a lady with wings and a halo showing up at a hospital is proooooobably gonna cause a stir. Although I guess if you have good transmutation you can maybe ditch the wings and halo and be a sneaky angel? But I still dunno where to send you to do your sneaky angeling."
She plucks her halo out of the air, swats it, and it dims to being a simple white and fluffy-looking circlet. She's going to leave it intact aside from being off because it was a pain to make, and she would rather avoid spending the time it takes to do it again.
"Any reason for me to keep the wings? Downside to ditching them is the time it takes to remake them. So if they go they're going to be gone unless I get several hours to myself to remake them."
But he's staying quiet for the time being. She would not be reassured by the offer of this convenience.
"I mean, basically if you go outside like that you're gonna get some serious attention. So I guess... keep them if you wanna keep them and... don't plan on going outside at all while you're here?"
Then, quite casually, she converts both of her wings into the cloud-like substance she's accustomed to working with. It's not instant, but it passes over both wings like a wave, changing them from white and feathery to white and... fluffy. She then reaches back, removes the - now large amount of fluffy cloud-like stuff no longer attached to her back, balls it up, and politely puts it down in a corner that seems appropriate.
"There. Angel in disguise."
"It's... I don't actually know what it's called. I'm kind of new to angeling it up. But it shows up naturally in Heaven, and it's pretty much the perfect thing to transmute from when I'm making things. It's also pretty easy to turn things into it. You can mess with it and study it if you like, but if you lose or destroy any amount I'll need to replace it if I want wings again."
'This' is a large empty mug with a company logo - Stark Industries - on the side. He zeroes in, grabs it, and holds it out to her. There is a tiny bit of dried-up coffee inside.
"Sure," she shrugs. She takes the mug, and then turns it into a modest amount of cloud-fluff. Upon close inspection, it seems to glow, very very faintly. "Here you are." Adana holds it out to Tony.
"Thanks." He takes the cloud-fluff. He pokes it curiously. It's still mug-shaped, but deforms easily when prodded. Squish!
Adana giggles a bit, too. "Some angels have taken up fluff-sculpting. If you're curious."
"That sounds amazing. Also, how sure are you that demons are evil, because so far all this one's done since he got here is be kind of adorable?"
She looks at Cam. "... Sorry. If you are actually nice. If you're like the demon I met, kindly go fuck yourself."
Cam's not actually bound, so when he doesn't remember off the top of his head whether a particular gesture is permitted by a gag order and he's trying to pretend to have one he has to guess.
Well, it doesn't sound like she would be terribly likely to know either.
He places his hand over his heart, face wounded.
"Like I said. Sorry."