It's on the tip of his tongue to point out none of them were angels -- not even Credo -- but he's already told him once before. He's either deluding himself, or maybe he genuinely believes it. He shrugs and gets to his feet, moving over to the other side of the room to get dressed.

"Nicoletta Goldstein. She's the granddaughter of a legendary gunsmith. And..." He glances over his shoulder at Credo. "Agnus's daughter. He ditched her when she was just a little kid, though, so she's not from Fortuna."