Smiling to herself, the angel spoke. "It would be nice to mingle with thy humans..." Pulling on her flip-flops, the young woman grabbed several dollars of currency off of the nearby chest of drawers. Carefully, Aerais slipped out of her room, through her window, taking flight to the ground. Once on solid ground, she walked through the streets toward a palor, passerbys shooting her odd looks. Fallen entered the shop, a bell sounding. There was no longer a line and she kindly asked the man for a small cone of vanilla, which he gladly handed to her in exchange for a few dollars.