"Okay, so, you're not an angel- you're just a person who happens to be insanely beautiful with wings..?" Red Robin asked, skeptical. Why is it such a difficult concept for him to understand?!

Noticing your irritation, he apologized, "I... know you're just a meta. Just a hеlla coincidence... wings and the beauty of an angel? Uh! Not to be weird, or anything. Just- holy sh!t, you're gorgeous." no matter how annoyed with him you are, he just helped you. You had fallen down midflight- still unsure of how that happened- and he had helped you.

"Uh, anyway- what's your name? How old are you? Are you feeling better? How do your wings work? Do you think you'll still be able to fly?" he bombarded, but quickly continued, "Uh, sorry. That's a lot of questions. You're probably still overwhelmed... let's start with your name. As you know, I'm Red Robin." he said, smiling at you gently. For some reason, you felt compelled to trust and talk to this strange man. You also, really, had no choice. You had no idea where you were, and he saved you-- he's your only way out.