"So, I've been told." Angeal shrugged mostly to keep himself from becoming overwhelmed with the title. He was a bit skeptical but open minded enough to try to accept what has been said. If there were others, it may put his mind at ease.

"You seem to be adjusting well. Have you been here long?" With Buster Sword on his back, the broad, thick blade seemed to add to his heavy armor and it wasn't out of place. It seemed to fit him. He shifted his weight just enough. The summer heat wasn't helping him in the areas of physical comfort and he was sweltering in the metal. More like, he felt like a canned tuna.