"My apologies ma'am, but I do believe you have got the wrong person. Is there any one you would like me to call for you in order to pick you up, or maybe even a taxi?" Marmaroth almost scrunched up her nose, the wrong person? How could that be? She took a step back and her arms fell to her sides once more. The statement almost made her want to pull out the envelope, that was now tattered from being read so many times, and double check it. But the photo and words were inscribed in her mind. This was the right place. This was James Coltrane, according to the way he responded to her speaking. And the fact that he was the man in the photo. How odd it is for him to assume that I have the wrong person… She shook the thought off, she was told the humans would ask silly things, and as an Angel she’d feel compelled to consider and entertain the thoughts.
“A taxi? That’s one of those cars that pick you up places and take you somewhere else, correct? I’ve seen you use them.” The words slipped out of her mouth without second thought, even though they implied that she’d been watching him live his life. “No I don’t think I’ll be requiring the use of such a thing. Not unless you’d like me to come with you.” She supplied to him, holding up her hands in what she recognized as a human gesture for nonchalance. I think it best it we could get this over with! Marmaroth wanted to fold her arms over her chest and glare at the man, and make it known who she really was.
She could see that James was upset about what she’d said to him, “Have I said something to offend you?” Innocence seeped from her words, that and concern. However angry and frustrating their situation was, she still seemed to care for him. She’d done nothing, but eat, sleep, and breathe this human being for the past week. It seemed natural to her to have sympathetic feelings toward him. It never crossed her mind that he didn’t have a clue who she was, he couldn’t, he’d never seen her before. Oh no I’ve done this the worst way in the world. Why don’t these jobs come with instructions?
Though there were conflicting feelings running through her mind, Marmaroth continued to keep her face placid, not wanting to freak James out anymore that she already had. The regretful feeling that consumed her was a bit foreign, and it being so new, she didn’t know what to do with it, or herself. “I think I might have revealed myself to you in an offensive like manner. For that I extend my apologies…God works in mysterious ways.”