Zariel's shifting things around in the bags of his motorcycle. He's got blood all over him, old-ish by the looks of it, and has a bunch of holes in his wings. Ax slips in from the residential section, padding towards the inn. The demon looks up from his shuffling, catching sight of the felinoid. "Hey," he calls, "You know that fairy-boy angel, right? Seen him since last night?" A little blunter than usual in tone, perhaps a bit irritable, but nothing too noteworthy. "Oh, tremendously funny," Ax drawls dryly. "I've heard it all before. Healing just fine, much as I'm sure you don't care."