Another angel? Daniel can't help but wonder, worriedly, if it's one that he knows. Lucifer, maybe. He could see the Devil exacting some kind of twisted revenge. He could see the Devil doing a lot of things.

"I can see that," he says carefully. "I mean - not just see but - sense, you know?" The wisdom of sharing what he is exactly is debatable, particularly since this is a person Daniel doesn't know very well at all. But Rashad's telegraphing his wary intent to keep back, so it's clear that an olive branch is going to need to be extended. The Rift is keeping him suppressed, shackled as Daniel is to Manhattan, but maybe the abilities of the Ascended are still at his disposal. Maybe he can help. Do something good with the energies he was once forced to resist using at any cost.

"Look, I might be able to help." He doesn't move any closer, not physically, but his awareness nudges forward, studying the molecular arrangement of the being before him a little deeper. "I don't know if I can exactly, but - I can try."