"That's the last thing I remember," she confirmed with a slight nod. She watched the worry flicker over his face and was glad that she'd momentarily distracted him from what he was probably thinking about. She knew him way too well.
"No problem. Here to help." She flashed him a smile and sat down at the table, motioning for him to do the same. She flagged down the waiter and ordered a latte. It was her drink of choice lately and she still had money on her gift card to the cafe. It might have been a favorite place of hers in Lawrence. "If you want, we can make the anti-demon possession more permanent and get matching tattoos." She was only sort of kidding. She'd been considering the tattoo for a couple weeks now. She tended to run into trouble, and why tempt fate?
She watched him closely, listening to him as he spoke. She knew all about it of course. She'd had the conversation with him in the episode of his show in which she'd died. So she already knew what he was going to say. "You don't have to explain, Angel. I get it," she said quietly. "You were protecting Connor."