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The door to Milliways opens, and someone steps in, carefully shutting the door after. At first, all anyone could tell is that this...person is tall, wearing what looks like dark pants and a white shirt, and is covered with a thin rime of frost. Dark brown eyes blink, carefully taking in the surroundings.

One hand scrapes up and over face and hair, then joined by the other, slowly brushing off the ice.

Ambriel steps forward, winding through the tables and chairs to stand in front of the observation window, and places one hand against the glass. The angel stares out at the end of the universe with an indecipherable expression.

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And just like that, all traces of angst are gone.

"You have traveled to other worlds, from here?"

YOU CAN DO THAT? No one told Ambriel you could do that! Obviously everyone comes from different places, but someone who doesn't belong there can go too?

"On one or two rare occasions, yes."

Her smile is a crooked thing, and small.

"It can be cathartic."

"It must be fascinating," Ambriel says, then blinks, trying to get back on topic. "I am very out of practice with interacting with any sentient beings, including humans."

Saving them is not really in Ambriel's sphere of influence. Or experience.

Michael's eyebrow arches.

"It seems to be a common affliction, particularly among my brethren. Is this by choice, or by dint of your particular assignment?"

"The latter," Ambriel assures her. "I was tending newborn stars in a nebula."

"That is generally outside my bailiwick. Or perhaps the stars in my world are of a different stripe than your own."

It is not outside the realm of possibility, let alone probability.

"I hadn't considered it. I suppose I thought stars would be the same no matter the universe."

Milliways is clearly going to be fascinating. Maybe this assignment isn't busywork after all.

Michael huffs out a breath, something that sounds cousin to a laugh.

"Even angels are not the same in all universes. Why should stars be any different?"

"I suppose not. You're not the only other angel here, are you?"

She doesn't talk like it.

"Hardly."

Her mouth twists into a wry, crooked curve.

"There are Castiel and Anna, Raguel and a few others from his world, a fallen angel named Crowley, and several others besides, or so I have heard."

She spreads her hands wide.

"I have not had the pleasure of meeting all of them, of course."

Plus, pleasure is relative.

"A Fallen?" That same tone in Ambriel's voice comes again. This time the word is weighted with loss and sorrow.

And Michael just...leaves the situation be?

"I'm not in the business of saving devils."

Her smile is gone.

"Unless the devil wants to be saved. And so few do. It's the pride, you see."

A besetting vice.

"No." Neither is Ambriel, really. Once you have made a Choice like that, well.

"But he does not seek to destroy this place?"

"Indeed, no. In point of fact, he has defended it at least once, seen and witnessed."

Shocking as that may be.

"The whys and wherefores -- it were better to ask him, if you find yourself curious. He'll cozen thee with no wiles."

Well, probably not, anyway.

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Ambriel looks dubious. Well, if Michael says so.

"Is there anyone else I should know about?"

"Samuel Winchester," Michael says, after a long moment of thought.

"Demon-touched, though not lost. Not yet."

The planes of her face settle into sharp lines.

"God grant he may never be."

"I shall be cautious," Ambriel assures her. "And anything else?"

The window was not a surprise, but Ambriel would prefer not to find something else like that without warning.

"Cautious but kind," Michael allows, voice only halfway to dry. "He is very easily put on the defensive, particularly by our kind."

And in other news --

"There are rules here. Three of them. No violence in the bar proper, no nudity or sexual behavior in the public areas, and no outside business. Hence the dislike of smiting. Among other pursuits."

It is best to begin with clarity, where any form of clarity is possible.

In this case, clarity is very helpful. "I should not have difficulty adhering to them."

If Michael can manage it with Fallen and demon-touched running around, Ambriel can too.

...probably.

"Should you prove intransigent -- not that I find that likely -- there is a Security force. They've arrested angels before. And gods, too."

It's kind of funny, or so the quirk of Michael's mouth suggests. Even if it fades quickly.

"I am starting to believe that I should find very little surprising, here."

Those who can arrest gods must be interesting.

"I can't say it doesn't help."

Oh, how true that is.

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