"I recognized the label, and hospitals, we're sort of short on. I think there's a clinic, but I'm not sure if they came pre-staffed."
An awkward silence falls in place then, accenting the fact that talking to people without a specific goal in mind is not Angel's forté. He can make smalltalk with the best of them when it comes to scoping out a source of information (or prey), but smalltalk for the sake of making smalltalk? He's forgotten how to do that. He used to know, back when he signed his name with an L instead of an A, but that was a long time ago.
"You're Elena," he blurts out. "I saw, on the journals. Your handwriting. I'm—"
He fishes a pen out of his pocket and grabs a napkin. He signs his name with flourish in green ink and holds the napkin up for her to see. Angel it reads.
no subject
An awkward silence falls in place then, accenting the fact that talking to people without a specific goal in mind is not Angel's forté. He can make smalltalk with the best of them when it comes to scoping out a source of information
(or prey), but smalltalk for the sake of making smalltalk? He's forgotten how to do that. He used to know, back when he signed his name with an L instead of an A, but that was a long time ago."You're Elena," he blurts out. "I saw, on the journals. Your handwriting. I'm—"
He fishes a pen out of his pocket and grabs a napkin. He signs his name with flourish in green ink and holds the napkin up for her to see. Angel it reads.