He stood and turned around, looking behind him for the source of the almost-blinding light. His eyes scan the area, and he looks up, down, to the left, to the right, yet he still cannot find a source. Assuming it was a lightning strike or a car light reflecting against a streetlamp or window, he turns back around. And by that, he almost has a heart attack.

He stands, staring for a second. Contemplating... something.

"Shouldn't I be dead if I were seeing you...? Are you a fake?" Immediately, he goes to questions. Questioning why he can see you if you're an angel and supposed to be a holy being, etc. Etc.