Angel glanced up, surprised. "Oh, this, it's—" He flipped it shut and tucked it back onto the shelf. "Just a grimoire."

He was better at blending in when he wasn't speaking to anybody.

"Are you all right?" he asked. "You look..." He trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence without sounding crass. You look like something big attacked you.

Still, if something that could do that was roaming the halls here, he wanted to know what it was.