"The same as ever, aside from the odd averted apocalypse."

She flicks her fingers in a quick, dismissive gesture, then takes a bite out of a donut covered in icing and brightly-colored sprinkles.

She follows this up with a sip of coffee.

"And you're still making questionable decisions bulwarked by frantic justifications? Or has something changed in the interim?"

Even an angel can live in hope. Perhaps especially an angel.