Angel, being a creature of the night, but default hadn't slept. The night was the only time in which he could wander around outside without threat of being set ablaze by the sun high in the sky. He'd been a little ways down the hall, bound for his own room to sleep away the day as he normally did when there was a lack of a demonic presence that needed immediate attention, when his keen hearing picked up the sound of something lightly hitting the floor. He stopped, turning around and for a moment, thought it was nothing--until he heard Claire's voice.
The vampire was instantly backtracking down the hall, coming to halt in front of the blonde woman, taking a firm yet gentle hold on her upper arms to aid her in standing.