Angel had had herself a trip, doing the whole 'portkey' thing for the first time, and after a joint, to boot. She caught a cab towards the address Jack had given her, having a nice chat with the cabbie about her new fashion line, apparently recognizable to those in the know.
Wandering up to the door, she knocked heavily, singing-songing an 'Oh Jacky,' just so he'd know who it was. Assuming he didn't have many other femme men friends.