This bit, the bit that never really mattered because there wasn't a single thing she couldn't know about a person. Not really, not on Pandora, not if they'd ever worked in front of a camera connected to the echonet - and for the few that she had ever talked too, the introduction was one-sided. She never needed them to say anything. They never had to speak, not really.

I'm your Guardian Angel. Jack's words. Not hers. Her fingers fiddle a moment longer. There wasn't anyone she had to be. Did she even want to be Angel anymore? She didn't have too, she supposed. She was doing a lot of things in the last hour that she had never done anyway. Drunk something alcolic, thrown up on the side of the street, been taken out of a mess by a man that talked like one of Pandora's gangs.

But she was a little sick of pretending.

"I just got here too, I'm Angel." The words are unsure, maybe, this is new too. No mysterious inflection, no pretty sentiments. "Just... Angel. Nice to meet you." Subtle, well, that was the easy bit now that he reminded her. Figures he could fill in the empty space.