Greta lets out an alarmed squeak and takes a little step backwards at the implicit threat of having her eyes burned out of her head. "That's awful!" she accuses. Why would an angel do something so mean? "Angels are s'posed to bring glad tidings and--and play trumpets, not hurt people!"

She shifts the crown to one hand so she can fold her arms in disapproval. "And you can always see their wings and halos in the pictures."