All of Clarissa's reasons for wanting to end her life by leaping off the ledge had poured into her mind as her emotions came out in her words. She felt hurt to hear that she had a guardian angel, as bizarre as that had been to accept even if she was of sound mind and not weighed down by these heavy emotions of grief. Not knowing how the workings of guardian angels functioned and only basing it off of things she'd heard as a child during the church sessions she'd attended when visiting her cousins before moving across the country, she only felt wronged since she did her best to be a good person despite her circumstances. What kind of omnipotent being who was charged with watching over her would leave her in that misery? A misery so strong that no matter how she fought against it, it led her to this ledge.
As he grabbed his chest, seemingly in pain at her words, and dropped his gaze to give some form of explanation, Clarissa felt her resolve to be angry weaken as his voice dwindled. His broken apology just as he found refuge in his palms made her instinctively reach out for him, but she pulled her hand back at his bark of bitter laughter. She blinked, still sitting as she had been when she purged her emotions through her words, when he looked back to her and began to speak again.
Before she could consider his words, he had already decided based off his decision to join humanity in appearance. Briefly considering that she was actually dead and this wasn't real, being forced to absorb the knowledge of guardian angels existing, must less one wanting to bind himself to her happiness, Clarissa glanced at his offered hand. Her own hand still clenched to her chest with the other in her lap, she looked back up at him - how could she trust the unreliable angel? She blinked again, before allowing the tenseness in her shoulders relax, her hands still frozen where they were though as she asked, "What is your name?"
Upon hearing his answer, she hesitated as she slowly slid the leg attached to her bleeding knee beneath the cloth out and running the hand in her lap lightly along it and extending her other out skeptically to the angel in front of her. "It ... is nice to meet you," She wasn't sure why the words came out, considering how much anger she'd felt only moments earlier, but it felt like the right thing to say.