[Angel raised a hand, covering her mouth as a small laugh erupted from her throat. It felt like one of the first times she had been mirthful since before...]

[Since before.]

No, I suppose not. I do not quite have the figure or the voice for it. Too many bones.

[Her mirth doesn't last long however. It doesn't take much for her smile to quickly slip away, leaving her looking uncomfortable. She was doing well enough in this conversation, making friends with someone who didn't know her, her history, or her direct familial relations. It felt nice to exist independent of her former self.]

I... am glad I have been able to help. But no, being here is not what broke me of my habits. It is just... Suffice it to say that it is complicated.