Oh wait. Waaaaait. It's clicking now. The wings really should have been a giveaway, but the rest of the changes, armour, no straps or chains, was dramatic enough that he didn't connect the dots. Jesse looks around for a place to put his muffin, eager to stand up and greet her properly, but upon finding none, just shoves it into his duster's pocket. Hands free now, Jesse hefts himself up onto his boots, dusting off his hands on the front of his shirt.

"Aw, heck, izzat you, Angel? I ain't seen y'all in a dog's age! Y'look great! The tin can look suits ya." He offers a hand for shaking! "And naw, naw, don't you worry none. I got mixed up in some stuff back on the yonder homestead and had to make a break fer it. Ain't no place for the heavenly host t'begin with."