[There are, despite the circumstances, a thousand biting remarks on her tongue when she hears the voice and sees that Blackwatch's pet mad scientist hasn't been spared monstrous changes either. Fittingly, her changes seem demonic as opposed to Angela's biblically accurate angelic traits. A thousand more biting remarks jump to mind about ethics and looking the part. But while the pain recedes slowly, all she can manage is a quiet:]

It would be you. I'd hoped to never see you again, let alone like this.

[Angela does accept the jacket, however. Her wings are...inconvenient at best as she tries to fasten the straps, but she manages and rises to unsteady feet, noticing that she feels...taller. Perhaps it's a trick of having more eyes. Or perhaps the bone-deep ache in her body was from literal sudden bone growth. Who could say. She looks Moira up and down for a moment. She could probably say.]

You look like you've been here for some time. Am I to assume you've been studying the transformations?

["Causing some of them?" says her accusatory glance.]