[ His gruffness is nearly as impotent as it would be should she know who he was, but she doesn't miss the tone turned outward for being interrupted time and again. When he's finished with this one person, Angela produces a blanket from her pacdisc, one of the ragged ones found here in the complex, before she settles one end over the feet and works it up, arranging the arms down to lay the hands over the midsection and close their eyes.
The blanket draws up, tucks under the shoulders, and there's a quiet moment she bids this soul her well wishes before her attention is drawn back to 76. ]
Well, you're free to use me as an excuse. That you're working with the doctors.
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The blanket draws up, tucks under the shoulders, and there's a quiet moment she bids this soul her well wishes before her attention is drawn back to 76. ]
Well, you're free to use me as an excuse. That you're working with the doctors.