The angel is completely focused on his hunt, not to be stopped by any man, creature, or otherwise. But he does have the mind to, at least, take a gander at their surroundings every so often, to take in the environment, the people, the sights, they sounds. It's all part of the experience, after all, even if he has a favorite.

"Oh, it's all quite exquisite. Do you remember places like these on Earth?"

It has been a while, but, save for the cave, it reminds him of villages, of fairs. Suppose the pattern is speckled throughout most of humanity's development, and there's a real sense of life and community.

It's in the middle of this thought that he stops, sniffing the air, and is once again back to the hunt.

"Where is that delightful aroma coming from?"