Daine echoes his sigh, then sits down beside him. The angel matter is confusing - how can he just stop being something he is? - but she already feels a bit silly for not realizing what the wings meant sooner, and she's not sure she wants to keep asking questions if it's going to make her look like an idiot. Maybe she can look up angels in the library.

If the base still even has one. There's a more pressing concern: what's happened, here? "This is wrong," she says, gesturing at their surroundings. "The base is nicer than this - it should be, anyway. There should be other people here, or even just rats. It can't be empty." She wrinkles her nose a little, as if the emptiness is a personal insult, but there's a fair amount of worry beneath her confusion. Has the rift brought them to a completely different realm? One where there aren't any rebels?

Even if it has, that doesn't explain why Gabriel seems to be mistaking her for someone else. She turns to face him, brow furrowed. "Who's Fauna?"