[Nemesis quickly steps back from the altar, tugging Hurricane as well, (hopefully) out of the mushrooms' immediate range, at least]

Okay--okay. We have--we can get more, hold on, but first--

[But first, what? What sort of deal could they possibly propose? She glances over to Hurricane and presses on anyway, attempting to keep as much eye on their backs as on the words, and as much authority in her voice as possible]

--What's that about the angel?