Angel pressed his fingers to his temple and leaned across the counter as Sarah mentioned the injuries she sustained from the unfortunate incident with Oz breaking free of his cage. He knew who she was when she'd mentioned the broken arm, though only by face and not name until just recently.
He was just about the apologize for said werewolf incident, when the girl asked if she could move into the hotel.
"Moving in is not a problem," he answered without thinking, finding that his time at Wolfram & Hart had done something to improve his telephone skills, with all the calls he'd answered on a daily basis. "I have the room and those who are willing to contribute to our efforts are more than welcome to stay."
He paused, an almost amused smile playing out upon his lips, though she couldn't see it. "By the way, this is the vampire. My name's Angel."