[ On a nearby fire-escape, Angelus is watching. Waiting. On the prowl, as he might say. He's already taken out one poor soul so far tonight, dragged them back and away to the corner of some trash heap, and now he's back for more. And so when Cambria looks up, he's looking down and oh... does he ever remember her.
Which is why he's on his feet next to her in half a second flat, the same smirk that had carried through the video feed, still plastered onto his face. ]
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Which is why he's on his feet next to her in half a second flat, the same smirk that had carried through the video feed, still plastered onto his face. ]
Little late to be out, don't you think, babe?