She grins as the Maker has a melt down. She loves doing that. Xavier most likely wouldn't want Worthington's wings replaced or it would have happened during the initial process.

She telekinetically moves the Maker into a nearby chair. The overrides should kick in eventually, countermanding the instruction she gave him. She isn't the one in charge after all. Once he comes around, he might mope for a bit...unless she can time it very precisely to give him some telepathic memories of her. If she catches his mind right at the reboot, he'll wake up in very happy spirits indeed.

Meanwhile, she turns her attention back to Worthington. Time to test his responses. She gently runs a fingertip over his lower lip.

"Wake up, Angel."