"I don't want anything *from* you." Tania said softly, sighing as she withdrew her hand. "I'd like to talk to you. I'd love to hear your story. And, if I can, to help you. Who's Abby? Maybe I can help?" The Angel gave a smile. "I promise I'm not going to hurt you or anything. Tania gave Mishka a sincere look of empathy and sadness. "Look, I know what you are, and what that means. I know the society you've come from, and what the odds are about what you've done. I'm not here to judge you for who you may have been in the past, or to punish you for that. From what I can tell, you're already being punished - and in a way that nobody deserves. I want to help you if I can. I'd like that very much."