<div class="floatright">(http://img683.imageshack.us/img683/2526/3954818922b6d4062f68.jpg)</div><br/>Angel remained silent for some time, folding her arms over her chest and listening to the argument.  Deep down, she knew that she didn't hate Agent White, she hated what his species had done, what was necessary because of them and what even she was forced into thanks to such monstrosities.  It didn't make things any easier to know that; her job would be so much easier if she wasn't forced to accept potential humanity in any of the creatures she would be hunting.<br/><br/>She decided to try to offer a compromise.  Looking back to Agent Hunter, her words carried a tone of reconciliation, her own recommendation: "One hour.  He finds it for us, he talks to it, and if he can convince it to join us, fine.  Otherwise, ash."<br/><br/>It still seemed off to her.  She didn't want Orpheus getting saturated with monsters; Troy had proven once and for all so long ago why it was best to keep the enemy outside your borders.  Still, she had to prove, if only to herself, that she wasn't like the things she was going to hunt.<br/><br/>Her suggestion given, she followed along towards the guns, curious if they solved the problem of stake guns and their inability to provide the proper penetrating power in order to stake a vampire.  Personally, she just wanted incendiary rounds, if not explosive.