It's different to meeting Hellboy, who was already fantastic enough on his own that running into him in the waking world is about as alarming as conjuring him in their own shared dreamscape. Xas is someone she might have walked by without a second glance. She takes the hand, though, a firm if brief shake following before the touch slithers away again.

"Benji," she says, the corner of her mouth turning up as she picks up her wine glass again, lifting it to drink from. "I'm trying to decide if 'are you really an angel' is a rude question, all things considered."