"Supposed ta be." Letting out a breath, he pushes himself away from the building, wings flapping to keep him airborne while the details of his usual human appearance come back into focus. It always seems to be easier for guardian angels, perhaps because of how directly their duties tend to be tied to humans. He sweeps back his air a bit once that's a thing, looking aggravated.

"It looks like every faintly put together group and their grandmother is convergin' on Portland, doesn't it?"