Darren
To some, it might seem that Darrens luck had changed. Darren, however, doubted that very much. Granted, this new, smiling stranger had just ripped the attacking angel away. But this smiling stranger was also an angel, and Darren wasn't inclined to believe he held Darrens best interests at heart. The most dangerous enemies were often the ones that started off smiling at you.
Darren considered, just for a moment, trying to make a break for it, but thought better of it. With the power pouring off this angel, he knew he'd stand no chance if he was caught, not even for a second. Besides, those wings looked a lot faster than his legs. No, the only way out is talking.
"Your buddy over there got a little pissy because I had laid my 'filthy human' hands on an angels blade. I found it on a dead angel. Fool had flown in front of a bus in the early days. It wasn't like he was going to be using the sword. Wait-" Darren said, with sudden recognition, "- you were the angel fighting Steve - I mean, that big ugly demon - just a few moments ago. Did you kill him? What happened?"