[ She certainly sees something in his eyes. She doesn't immediately register it as a smile, but it's a positive enough look that she doesn't feel guilty or even self-conscious about anything she's said. Nor is she anywhere near intimidated by the man when he holds out his hand. With no hesitation, Angel extends her own, small and pale in comparison to the psycho, and places it against his.]
[She's even at ease enough that she does't flinch quite so dramatically when he bursts out. Her heart still races a little at the very noise, and she swears her ears begin to ring, but she isn't scared of him.]
[He's no monster, she reminds herself. He's a hero.]
[And a silly one at that.]
Salt all the wounds! [She feels ridiculous, yelling the way she is, but even still she can't stop smiling. It's the first time she's raised her voice, at least in a playful manner. She's heard her own bloodcurdling screams enough for her own lifetime.]
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[She's even at ease enough that she does't flinch quite so dramatically when he bursts out. Her heart still races a little at the very noise, and she swears her ears begin to ring, but she isn't scared of him.]
[He's no monster, she reminds herself. He's a hero.]
[And a silly one at that.]
Salt all the wounds! [She feels ridiculous, yelling the way she is, but even still she can't stop smiling. It's the first time she's raised her voice, at least in a playful manner. She's heard her own bloodcurdling screams enough for her own lifetime.]
[It's time to have a little fun.]