<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">I'm assuming that Angel can see the archon's spell fail, but correct me if I'm wrong.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Angel fights the urge to give a frustrated sigh when Sgt. Ananada refuses to let her leave immediately. She was so close to being able to leave, to getting away from whatever chance this archon might have of curing Celaire... and thereby getting rid of her. Better to go along with Alyssa and get this over with as soon as possible. The sooner that's done, the sooner she can get out of here.<br/><br/>She follows Alyssa into the "alleyway", but makes sure she's in a position where she can see what's going on with the true angel.<span style="font-style: italic">If that thing might start coming after me, I want as much of a head start as I can get... Not that I can probably outrun it for long.. Still, better to at least have an idea if it's coming.</span>While Alyssa continues asking her questions, Angel's eyes frequently dart back to what's going on with the group of the others.<br/><br/>"Ummm... yeah, the thief... let me think..." she hastily tries to recall what had happened. A lot had occurred between now and then, despite the quite small amount of time that had actually passed. Working backwards, she thinks back to what had transpired. The guard showed up... before that the fight with the demons... and the guards chasing the thief.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh, right, that overly-friendly one. Now I'm even more glad I left him alone. Now I don't need to lie about what happened with him.</span>"I think he was stealing somebody's wallet in the ale tent," Angel replies truthfully. "I was nearby and he tried to use me as cover to get out before anybody noticed. I believe somebody called him out on it and that's when he started running and you started chasing him, though. Then after that... Well, I'm sure we both know what came next."<br/><br/>Glancing over at the archon after she finishes giving her account, Angel sees the deep gash begin to heal up and she tenses a little bit. It's not that that she didn't want the archon to survive, if anything that was the best protection they all had in case the demons returned, but she just didn't want it to happen when she was so close nearby. "I, uh..." she mumbles, more than a bit nervous about the situation. But as she watches the angel's cure spell dissipate into the air with no effect, she relaxes once more.<span style="font-style: italic">If she can't even manage that, there's no way I'm in danger.</span>She can't help but give a sigh of relief.