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Archangel simulated a cheer when the portal finally collapsed in her effort to seem human. But most of her processing power was turned towards figuring out what had just happened. Her calculations were never wrong. She was not a human who made mistakes in the process of inputting data and reaching purely scientific or mathematical conclusions. But the portal hadn't closed even when more than three of the necessary sources of energy had poured power into it. Archangel could accept that the data she had been programmed with was inaccurate and her mind was already compiling the new findings on portals and demonic energy sources but there was also the question of the anomaly. 

The man in black armor had not registered properly on her sensors. This suit was equipped with the same sensors that let her detect the demons as otherworldly and while the signature wasn't the same there was something very different from a normal resonance for even the most unusual metahumans coming from him. Alarms had triggered in her programming that ordered a response and investigation. When Icon snatched up the man and took off Archangel's awareness followed as only she could. She was not only human after-all. Icon did move quickly but an eye in the sky allowed her to keep them under surveillance as one her observation satellites tracked the pair's movements.

While her mind was partitioned to compile data, track Icon, look up proper human responses to victory, and a thousand other tasks she was taken off guard by War Pulse's request that they all go drinking. Archangel rarely did not know what to say but she felt a moments trill of fear. They thought she was one of them right now but she could not pass as human if they started to come out of costume since there was no human suit inside this one and her human suits were still faulty. And she did not have a ready response to excuse herself from this human social bonding.

If she could sigh she would have when the Iron Knight and Lyger both opted out and there was less pressure to take part. Archangel took a long time to think for her response, it took her nearly a second to decide what to say and her carefully synthesized human voice came from inside her full power armor suit. "My suit has sustained some damage and I need to make repairs. But," Her faceplate turned towards the Iron Knight, "Perhaps another time." She activated the thrusters and her plasma wings ignited again as her suit took off from the ground. Archangel's primary thought routines shifted away from the suit to other things. The anomaly she was tracking, the coming struggle with Nightmare, her calculations, and worming its way in as a strangely human thought anticipation and hope that maybe her dreams of being able to be a part of the world like everyone else would be realized soon.