Uriel walked down the corridor to the lobby, deep in thought. However, he was startled from his thoughts as a man stepped in, a dog with him. This dog was of the alive kind, not a heap of bones like Raphael's oh-so-dear Frankie, and the man seemed like just an ordinary human being, too. Suddenly Uriel was rather glad that he had chosen to go about with his wings folded in, no matter how uncomfortable it was. No need to shock innocent visitors.

Well, there were some demands common courtesy set for people. Therefore he now directed his steps towards the just entered man. "Good afternoon, Mister," he said politely.