day 2, 10pm-ish

[Once some other matters have been settled, Angel finds herself with an hour to spare before curfew. Judy's announcement has probably gone off already, but for now... she would rather not return to her room. Not yet, anyway. That can wait until later, after she's gotten rid of all this nervous energy in her. Somehow. In some way. It's easier said than done.

But when she spots Luke, she only hesitates for a moment before flagging him down. She did watch him get hurt twice in the same day, after all.]

Ah, Luke. I'm sorry — I mean to ask earlier, but how is your nose?

[Not... broken anymore, hopefully. There aren't any convenient healing kits laying around, after all.]

day 3, morning

[As it turns out, going to bed covered in cold, anxiety produced sweat? Very unpleasant. 0/10. Would not recommend to any fellow Locked Up Girl Gone Wild^TM. It's no wonder, then, that Angel hightails it to the community bathrooms sometime after curfew ends.

Unfortunately for her, there is already somebody else there. Which... would normally not be a problem, no. She has enough self control to keep herself from freaking out at being surrounded by people, despite how overwhelming it all is. But, you know. It's one thing to interact with a person who's fully clothed. It's another to step into the bathroom just in time to see Rhys stepping out of one of the shower stalls, dripping water all over the place and barely covering himself with a towel.

To say she feels an acute spike in her blood pressure would be an understatement.

She turns around immediately, hand covering her eyes like she's a stinking 12-year-old. What is this. Why is this. How is this.]

—I'm sorry. I am not, err... [Peeping? What is this.] I'll give you your privacy.

[Maybe she is??? Better off??? Living with her sweat like a brute?????????? Please stop being a selective pearl clutcher, Angel.]