The thief was quiet as she processed the question. She blinked once and than twice. The being before her was like no one she ever saw. It was the look in this girl's eyes that seemed the most removed from the world Phoenix was from. The girl was perhaps afraid - which was a common feeling in the High City. Yet, she didn't seem alert to fight - instead she seemed to want to flee. On top of that, while there was this sense that the girl may be wary of her, the girl still stood there, asking her question. And it was a strange question at that. For if this was heaven, would the theory be that this girl would be the angel?

Then there was the notion that she, a thief, was an angel. The idea made her laugh, though it was quiet. Phoenix moved to a standing potion - or attempted to but she felt shaky upon her feet. "Far from it," Phoenix answered. "There is nothing angelic about me. But what about you? And where am I?0"