Angel always had to do things his way, he was particular about what he liked. So when it came to the more hedonistic parts of life people were often surprised at how controlled he was about things. It wasn't entirely modesty on his part, just his way of maintaining the fact that he wouldn't lose himself in the bustle of activity. Still Angel could be understanding with why Calle was out tonight. After what they'd been through recently and their own stories, it was only human nature to want to forget if only for one night. It was just part of Angel's nature to make sure that the people around him stayed safe and didn't forget that tomorrow was gonna come and essentially be a new start for them.
Ever the eternal optimist, Angel.
The dancing was something he needed for his spirit, he needed a reason to celebrate the fact that they were alive. Sure people had bruises and scars, parts of the mansion were still in shamble and the school as a whole was still recovering. But they were alive- that was something they needed to affirm. So his movements were almost a defiance stance that Xavier's students wouldn't stay down for the count.
"Same here!" Angel responded back to Calle, relieved there was at least someone else he could hang with back at the mansion. "Yeah..." Angel answered back to Calle's input on referring to the mansion as home. She made a perfectly valid point and if Angel were sober he'd even agree with her. Instead he tried to push past that thought, more interested in having fun than sorting out his inadequacies with adjusting to a new home. No one liked a Debbie Downer so he'd do his best to avoid it.
In the wake of his static burst, Angel's confidence threatened to plummet for the evening. One moment he'd felt alive and ecstatic to be out of the house. The next he was kicking himself for letting his abilities reach out. The hand on his shoulder made his brow furrow, the red-head studying Calle a little. What was her power again? It might've been the booze or him still being that green to the mutant community, but he didn't know everyone's abilities that it was always a trip to see someone else's powers. It reminded him that they all had their own challenges to overcome in things.
He was relieved that Calle decided to come out with him, secretly not wanting to pass up the chance to at making a new friend. Especially with someone who was like him. The cold air made him inhale deeply, Angel didn't bother to grab his jacket from the coat check as the pair stepped out into the evening air. His body felt warm from all the dancing that the winter cold was helping cool him off.
"I'm not gonna lose it," he affirmed. Almost on the verge of defensive. "I just..." a frustrated sigh escaped him. "I should have better control over it, you know? I'm not sixteen anymore, I can control it.... usually." A sign that Angel clearly was hard on himself to grasp full use of his abilities. Changing the subject he lowered his voice as he stepped closer to Calle. The world was touchy on the subject of mutants that he knew well-enough to be cautious about what he revealed about them. "If I did lose it- hypothetically speaking, of course. What would have you done? I don't mean to sound rude, I just don't know what you..." what was a good way to say it? Instead he wiggled his fingers in the air in a gesture for powers. "Do? I'm still new to Xavier's so its interesting to hear about other people's... 'talents'." he was curious about Calle and figured this was as better time as any to get to know the girl.
When the girl pulled out her cigarettes Angel was surprised at how defensive she was about her smoking. He truthfully didn't care but with her warning it was a knee-jerk reaction to be a smart ass. "They're bad for you, absolutely lethal Calle. Puppies are crying because of you right now." His teasing was backed up by a big grin that assured the girl he was playing around. "It's cool," he dismissed with a hand wave. "You don't have to explain yourself." He however did move so he wasn't down wind. Not a particular fan of having smoke blown in his face. He didn't judge the girl for smoking but instead adjusted himself to her habits. People did what they did, who was he to judge?