Connie is in awe of what she can only assume is some kind of extraplanar being, perhaps even something that was the forebearer of the modern concept of an 'angel,' but obviously much more raw and unfiltered by the agendas of priests and scholars.

And then she speaks! And its such a mundane way of speaking, the long pauses and uncertainty all too familiar to her.

"O-oh! I'm Connie Mahaswaran!" She hastily bows to this possibly cosmic entity, or more likely heavily changed carnival worker?? Can't hurt to be polite.