What turns the corner is certainly not human, though it wears a human body. The incongruity of something celestial taking a host rather than manifesting itself directly confuses Rashad's senses momentarily; he would expect this behavior of a devil, but this does not feel like a devil.

"...You are an angel," observes Rashad, his flat tone devoid of the surprise that should come with the statement. "Why are you in that man?"