[ Angel returns his hands to his pockets, face ducked and tipped slightly to the side to keep an eye on Buffy while they walk. Granted, he's sticking closer to the buildings to stay under awnings and the angle of shade stretched out along the sidewalk. But as the shadows grow longer, it means dark is ever encroaching and he won't have to be nearly as focused on trying to not catch on fire. ]

Which means we can go wherever you want to talk because walking isn't exactly conducive to the kind of conversation we need to have, but can you at least tell me one thing?

[ He doesn't look worried so much as... well, okay he looks kind of worried. But it's a concerned sort of curiosity, at least. ] What's the last thing you remember? How much do you know?