<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">Angel breathed out slowly. Whew. This was going a lot easier than she'd expected. Jonas was being his usual sweet self, and she really had to commend him for it. It wasn't his fault that he was wearing her father's face. Or that he tried to be her father. Or that her father was involved in general. Regardless, she'd read Jonas's file extensively. On paper, he seemed decent enough. <br/><br/>"<strong>Whatever's closest. Just so long as we can spend some time together.</strong>" <br/><br/>Whew. Exactly as planned! In the background, almost like a movie, she could see Max stumbling out of the door and swaying like he was drunk. But then he dissipated from sight - probably a cloaking device. <br/><br/>And then the alarms started to blare. Angel pursed her lips, looking like a goldfish out of a bowl as she stared at Jonas. <br/><br/>"<strong>. . . I'll be honest. I don't have anything witty to say.</strong>" She replied. She offered a very sheepish smile, however, letting out a nervous chuckle. <br/><br/>Inwardly, she was cursing the damn ginger. </span>