"Inquisitor of Heaven...?" Flonne repeated in wonder. Did that make her an Angel, too? She didn't look a whole lot like one... well, her title checked out at least. It was practically displayed right there! Quote a mystery... "Oh, sorry, my name is Flonne! I'm an Angel Trainee!"

Flonne opened her mouth to answer the question, but realised she didn't actually have a seat number. Seeds of worry began to sprout in the Angel's mind as she tried to think of a suitable answer. She could say a random number, but what if they included letters? What if someone else was using that number? What would happen?! Flonne didn't want to be kicked out into space! She heard it was cold out there.

"...Um..." very, very obviously hiding something, the sweating angel tried to buy herself some time, "...H-hypothetically... if I didn't have one... wh-what would happen? N-n-not that I don't actually have a number or anything! B-because I do!"