She nodded. "Yeah." She had been here multiple times before so she didn't spoil it

That was smart of her, he seemed very excited and happy.

Right.

He looked around as he drove.

The dirt road seemed to last for ever, but eventually they finally turned south onto Highway 45. This part of Mexico looked almost identical to the New Mexico landscape theyd just left behind: hard, dry ground scattered with juniper bushes and cactuses, with rugged-looking mountains rising in the distance. Electa grimaced as they passed a billboard: the familiar image of an angel with wings and arms outspread.
La Iglesia de los ngeles, it read.

Vexin drove still, but he too noticed the sign and the way Electa grimaced. For some reason, it made him make sure his wings where not out anymore. As if he needed to hide them to make her feel better.

'She shouldn't have to deal so much with angels, she doesn't deserve to. She deserves better. You have to be better, be more human.' He told himself in his mind.

Aww....he wasn't the reason she grimaced.

But he was still angel, and he didn't want to expose her to more angel than she needed.

But she only didn't like evil angels!!

Dusty pickup trucks passed by, driven by men with dark hair and white straw cowboy hats. Though no one gave the duo a second glance, Electa knew she wouldnt be able to relax until they were holed up in the Sierra Madre, as far away from the Church of Angels as possible. It was a lot more remote up there, in what they called el monte: the wild.

And then she could start trying to recruit people, and train them.

Of course, but he still felt like he was a reminder of awful things for her.

Vexin was semi relaxed as to not crash, but wasn't fully relaxed.