[ angel had actually been asleep, having dozed off with a book in his lap. the sound of the doorknob being ripped right off startled him awake, and instinct would've had him attacking his possible would-be-assailant, had he not recognized her scent moments before she spoke up. ]
Buffy, what are you-- [ and then scent of alcohol assaults his senses and he makes a face, wrinkling his nose at her. ] Have you been drinking?