"I'm not going to go as far as to say you're 'familiar', but you sound...Jewish." Because in the parts of the States Angel's been in, Ashkenazi is the most recognizable form of Judaism, so at the least, the accent and some of the word choice (nu, feh) are distantly familiar, like the smell of chicken soup with way too much dill is to the neighbors in an apartment building.

Angel shrugs slowly, as if he doesn't know what to do with that fact.

"I exist. I'm here. I'm working and existing in community with everyone else. I'm doing my best." That's the second time he's said that, that he's doing his best, like if he weren't at his best, or on his best behavior, at all times he might get the axe again.