[i]The Vileblood only looked upon the angelic being with an interest of her own, while simulated, darkened blood continued to drip from the stained blades, almost beginning to pool around her booted feet. She remained silent, straight and tall, surveying the woman that had entered: an angel? She hasn't seen one beforehand, although she had dealt with deities and such. Shit-tier gods and the like. Cough cough, Mortar.[/i] [i]Irina was still silent, before nodding at the angel and holding the two weapons - the dagger and the sword combination - together, the pommel of the knife oddly fitting to the saber's. She screwed the blades together with a quite clang, a faint flash of sparks flying from the conjoining of the two weapons as she combined the bladed weaponry together. She then began to speak with a matured, yet beautiful voice - Italian in origin, as she retrieved a pure white napkin from her coat's pocket and began to clean the blades.[/i] "...Odd. I didn't expect a visit from an angel, of all to come around here. Is there...something that you needed?" [i]Irina's voice rang throughout the simulated room, her eyes looking up at Astraeus as she spoke. It wasn't exactly with a suspicious glare, although she seemed quite confused, if anything.[/i]