"oh...um forgive me, my primary language is angelic...."
she looks to Axel.
"as to why you can understand, it is a survival mechanism for those of us who know no earthly languages, the first sentient being that an angel comes in contact with is, for the most part, the only one who they can converse with, unless of course we find one who can speak the language of the heavens"
she winces in pain as she tries to sit, a wing sticking out at an odd angle, broken from her fall