Really, Jack? #2

Jack's head felt fuzzy as he sat up in the spaceship...spaceship? There's no way any of this is happening, Im just hallucinating from inhaling solvent fumes at work, he rationalized. But a chuckle from in front of him brought him out of his thoughts.
"Inhaled fumes? Really, Jack? You're smarter than that. Come on, I'll give you the tour," said the angel in front of him. An angel, with wings and all, standing in front of him; ripped jeans, dark make-up, a purple t-shirt that says 'Jesus loves you, but I'm his favorite', but an angel all the same.
"Sorry I'm not all sainty and stuff, but it's casual friday; you understand?" Her sarcasm fell from her mouth.
"I didn't say anything," Jack replied.
"I know. But you don't have to. Let's go, k? I'm hungry."


Despite what he expected, the ship was huge inside, all Doctor Who-like