Angel's voice?! Doyle lifted his head from the wall and stared, wide-eyed, at a guy who was definitely his best friend. Right? Didn't he recognize him? Doyle leaned to the side as best he could to see if there was anyone with him that he might be putting on a show for. There was no way that Angel was in charge here. Maybe he was their torture guy. Angel would probably be pretty good at torture if he had to be. And maybe Angel didn't recognize him right yet because of whatever alterations had been done to the fabric of the universe, or whatever Kali said. Angel looked the same as he always looked, so there was that.
Twenty seconds. Doyle's mouth worked soundlessly for a moment as he struggled to think of something to say. Nothing was really coming to him, but the clock was ticking. If he shifted right now and someone else WAS watching, then that would blow his street cover. Might be worse to give Angel his name, though. If Angel didn't recognize his name, then he'd pass it on to his employers if he did somehow manage to wriggle his way out of this mess and, around these parts, people knew Doyle's name. Shifting was the safer route, he decided. No one knew how to lay low better than he did and the worst case scenerio would for them to have a name to throw around. Angel would recognize him more easily in human form if he was going to recognize him at all.
And so Doyle shifted. The spikes sank back into his face and the green of his skin was replaced by his human skintone. Doyle's blue eyes replaced his red ones. Anxiously, he gestured for Angel to close the door, still not wanting anyone else to see him if it was at all possible. "Hey, it's jus' me! You know your way, yeah?" he whispered urgently, extending his bonded wrists and ankles, "Get this shit off o'me and we'll grab Cordy an' make it outta here together, alright? I - I can do the demon thing in front o'her now, we'll be fine." His eyes were pleading, really hoping that Angel knew who he was. Whatever was at work here obviously didn't expect for Doyle to return, so maybe they didn't go so far as to erase him from the memories of his friends.