Angelica had been willing to do anything to get off the island. Maybe the pregnancy confession was a little over the top but she had hoped Jack would give her the benefit of the doubt and take her with him, just in case. He hadn't. The confession of her love for him might not have been a lie, but she didn't really know that for sure and she would have betrayed him once she no longer needed him. Apparently, he had anticipated that. The pistol? It was her last ditch effort. She needed him to take her with him, to not leave her on that island. But it hadn't worked. None of it had. Jack Sparrow was as stubborn as ever.
"Jack," Angelica returned the greeting as she stepped into the apartment. Her own tone was not cheery like his. It was clear by her tone that he was not her favorite person and she intended to continue serving him revenge. She might just be taking a break from it for now. Might. She didn't have the doll with her, but she didn't need the doll for revenge. She could very well hold her own. "Gin would be fine," she answered him.