Despite trying to keep hidden amongst the people, he was drawing an awful lot of attention to himself. Crouching had hurt his back and caused those black velvet-like feathered wings of his to hit people shorter than him upside the head. Ramiel was the one that would've been trying to hide and be unseen; Kamiel the one strutting his stuff down the street without a care. And yet here that Dark Angel was ducking and diving for cover like a lunatic. Dang, it was just great for self-esteem, now wasn't it?
He could feel the stares upon him, his right eye slightly closing so he didn't take in the seemingly revolting glare he was getting from an old woman at a fruit stand. She didn't like angels, did she? Maybe he'd stop and ask her what she was staring at, what her problem was. Nah, that wasn't like him at all. And it really wasn't worth losing a limb and getting pummeled with fruit to find out the answer.
Letting out a sigh, he stood himself up right, standing a wonderful foot above most of the females, and half a foot over the males. How sad, he was a sore thumb in the lot. His eyes closed somewhat as he let a nervous smile appear on his lips before looking up. That gaze of his met with that purple haired girl's, the one that he had been watching with that man. Now she was watching him. Great, she had spotted him, yet didn't seem to know exactly what he was up to. Boy scout medal for him.
Kamiel was about to turn his gaze the other way until he watched the woman bump into the girl, knocking her down. And those dark eyes of his immediately latched their focus onto the shimmering silver darts that were on the girl's thigh. Ah ha! Armed and the one that was on that piece of parchment he had moments before. If he allowed them slip away after having seen that, it'd be easily uncovered that he wasn't a true knight of thie kingdom. And he'd have a hell of a lot of crap to deal with back in Heaven as well. God just wasn't nice lately with all the stuff that was being piled on top of him.
Making his way somewhat outside of the group he had been within, his eyes were locked tight and fixed on that girl, but he didn't forget to make check that the man was still standing there every few moments. It was now or never. If the parchment he had read was completely truthful, then those two had to be taken care of one way or another.
"You all right?" his low, calm voice came up behind the girl as he stopped walking away from the crowd towards her, a distance of maybe four feet between him and the two. Good distance, enough to avoid any attack and yet make one in return. But the first approach to it all, "Make like friends then arrest." If that failed, he'd go with the backup plan . . . Which he hadn't come up with yet. He was taking it as it came.