Nemuel jogged laps around the footpath in the park, looping back around every few minutes. His circuit involved leaving the ground at points and flying about fifteen feet above the ground, weaving around trees in a sort of slalom course, then landing on his feet and resuming the jog. He was wearing large noise-canceling headphones with a cord that disappeared into his robe at his chest. From close up, thrashing punk rock could be heard through the cranked-up headphones. He sang along in a muttering way when he was on the ground but he unconsciously got much louder when he was flying and there were only occasional other angels to overhear him. "You always feared us! You thought we never could..." though it was more "Yahh! Fearra! Thoagha! Never caaw!" As he landed each time there was a moment where he had to adjust and bring it down a notch. At one point as he was gliding down to the path he accidentally basically yelled "Brotherhooood!" at a pale nephilim who was minding his own business on a nearby bench. He waved a sort of apologetic don't-mind-me gesture as he passed.