Camael scrunched up her nose, preferring flight above all else, but nodded. She knew of Abaddon's pain, how his wings tore through his body unlike the gentle appearance of angelic wings. He headed towards the only door around, and while Camael and Kristiel had unofficially dubbed the rooftop as their meeting spot, they'd never entered the building. She only hoped that if they would encounter humans inside that it would be a better experience than at the club.

As they descended the stairs, Camael spoke, "May I ask where we're going?"