Perhaps, then, Simon could rest assured knowing that Angel was well at-ease and not at all uneasy-looking around him. Not anymore, at least. Her shoulders had certainly slipped down into a more relaxed pose, and her brows were no longer drawn so tightly together.

That remained true even as the man shifted closer to her.

"Well, I certainly do not look like guard material, now do I?" She laughed, hoping that Simon might join in. "Not to mention the uniform just... would not work well with my figure.

"Being alone as an outsider doesn't seem to bode well for similar reasons. I cannot even defend myself."

That left being an apprentice. Not a particularly awful option, and yet...

"I lack control when it comes to abilities and magic-like things. I worry that it might continue to be true if I were to become an apprentice."