Perhaps it would have been wisest to simply wait for his present difficulties to run their course, but Rashad is mortal enough to require sustenance and he knows that if he waits too long to feed he will lose control of himself and likely kill one of the people around him. It was not so long ago, after all, that he unwisely attacked someone with a dangerous friend in the man's own home simply because he was too hungry to seek out a better target.

He is not so hungry now. He will solve this problem before he gets so hungry.

And that's why there's a former angel thumping the broken remains of a doorknob against the door of the bookshop. When the door opens on its own Rashad steps carefully inside, mindful not to brush against anything. Besides the doorknob clasped in one hand, he has his phone in the other, a set of keys stuck to an arm, and an assortment of fliers, lint, coins, and other small objects stuck to him wherever his skin isn't covered by his clothing.

"I require assistance," he says firmly.