It was amusing to Angelina that Mystery Fellow was concerned about her bumps. Water Polo was a much safer game than quidditch, and she had come away better off than usual. "They're fine, yeah. Nothing I'm not used to anyway." Ange had no idea what his reaction would be if she began showing him all the scars and places she'd broken bones. Angelina had never been afraid of getting rough, and quidditch was exactly that. Her physical strength far outweighed her magical abilities, and she was just fine with that. Angelina had adapted and used either her words or body to fight, instead of duelling with magic where she would almost certainly lose.
"That was a while ago, when you left? Well maybe not for you, but for me. You seem... like you're from the past." Ange had paused for a moment, trying to come up with a better word than 'old'. "Which isn't a bad thing. I mean, it's nice. You're just a lot different from most of the blokes I know. More respectful and charming in that way you expect old fashioned people to be." Angelina felt her cheeks warming again, so she bit her lip and returned her eyes to the horizon. She wasn't sure if anything she had said would offend him, because she wasn't sure of much about him. He was indeed a puzzle, and perhaps one of these days Angelina would get to work solving that puzzle.
Standing up, Angelina held out her hand. "C'mon then, let's swim." She would much rather do something active than sit around and trip over her words, like she was currently doing. Ange had never been much for expressing herself, verbally or otherwise. Almost all her bonds had been formed over playing sports or doing something active.