day 4, post-execution

[Shit got 2 real 2 fast, and there may now be some blood on Angel's body after #monitorgate, but... It's fine. This is fine. Everything is super, duper fine. Actually, no. No, it is not. But at least they can all pretend, right?

Right.

Once all of apartment 3's occupants are inside their tiny, cramped abode — Angel will glance at the door. Glance at her roommates. Glance at the stupidly heavy axe that was the subject of the other night's discussion, and sigh. They were able to take down one of the staff this evening, but a child is dead and so is Lara. It's not a good feeling.]

... I suppose we should talk about improving our security, unless we wish to trade one of our lives for elbow space.

[It's a joke, but. It's a bad one and falls flat. God.]

day 5, early morning

[Alternative title: How to screw the pooch.

She heads to the Technological Lab early in the morning once curfew has been lifted, mindful to check that nobody else is in the immediate vicinity before heading towards the terminals. This could have consequences. She's not naive enough to think that Judy or one of the staff members won't realize what she's doing, especially if there's something to be found in the data. But it may very well be worth the risks, so selecting the terminal that had been bloodied on a whim, Angel gets down to work.

It's time to put that skill set that almost implicated her last night to use, for better or for worse.]

day 4, post-execution

[Lara's foot is bye-bye, two ankle monitors are now in her possession, and there may or may not be the slightest bit of blood speckled all over Angel's body. The pain in her upper arm is a reminder of what happened this morning, but it all seems so far away after the trial and execution. A person she thought she could trust turned out to be staff, and — well. There's no use letting it get to her. She won't achieve anything like that.

So once she can't stand being in the Technological Lab with Lara and Luke's deaths weighting on her, she heads out for a break in hopes of soothing her nerves. It's during that time that she spots Jack, and despite something strange settling into her stomach? She approaches him.]

... Excuse me, Jack? [Gently, to get his attention. He seemed to be significantly upset during the trial, and she would rather not get him worked up again.] If you don't mind me asking, how are you feeling?

[She might as well ask, considering he almost started a fight with Rhys right in front of her.]

day 5, afternoon

[After the morning passes by far too quickly for Angel's taste, she heads to the Complex's kitchen to grab herself a quick lunch. Maybe a delicious can of beans, or — anything that isn't luncheon meat or corn. She doesn't think she can stomach either of those at the moment. Not after last night's fiasco.

And speaking of fiascos, she spots Adam as soon as she walks into the room. Stopping mid-step, she hangs back at the kitchen's entrance, watching him... stock up on food? Huh.]

... Adam? What are you doing? [Hesitant, almost like she's unsure of what to make of this. But despite her mixed feelings at the moment, she quickly follows up with:] Are you okay?