"I didn't force it so it shouldn't have lasted long, half an hour, hour at best," Angela said, shrugging. "Don't worry. He should be back to his classic, grumpy, I hate the world and the world hates me self by now," Angela said as she picked up her book and flipping through until she got to her page. What was the point of lying? It wasn't as though she had done something that they didn't already hate her for. And she hadn't done him any harm. He had deserved it, anyway, so she didn't see anywhere that she could be faulted in this case.