Agatha was surprised at just how fast her meal was prepared, but visibly appreciative of it. She was in serious need, if she was going to have enough strength to handle her act later today, it was necessary. If any of the volunteers fell to their deaths because of her own lack of self-preservation, she would never forgive herself. As she munched down, she occasionally looked up at Pearl as well, the pair watching one another eat. At one point, a large bit of sausage in her mouth, their eyes met, at which she gasped and painfully swallowed the hunk of meat, her face reddening partly from the moment of difficulty breathing, and partly out of bashfulness. She assured Pearl that she was alright, which just so happened to be quite true.<br/><br/>For a moment afterward, she let her own large black eyes meet Pearl's piercing blue ones, at which she did nothing but stare, but she couldn't quite determine why.<br/><br/>When the obnoxiously loud noises erupted from Slinky's tent, Angelo turned with a raised brow and set his cane against the table while he put his hand on the back of his head in concern. Slinky's appearance being slightly disheveled as she stomped to the table and lit her cigarette, Angelo smirked when he saw that she was fine, if just a little bit rustled. "<span style="color: red">I take it he was a pain in the ass?</span>"<br/><br/>His eyes darted back and forth at the other patrons before he added, "<span style="color: red">...No pun intended.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>