"Are you an angel?" [i]Isabelle shuffled a little, pointing curiously at his mechanized wings and tilting her head in unimaginable curiosity, as if she was a student that cared intensely for her studies and work. She got up into a sitting position, crossing her legs as she continued to speak. [/i] "You look like an angel. But you're lost.. you don't know your name, and this doesn't look like Heaven. ...Can I name you? And find you a purpose, maybe?"