[Her coffee's down to a few sips at the bottom of the cup now. Those are dealt with and Angela pulls her sweater sleeves over her hands, shifting again to tuck her legs underneath her. The position makes her look more like a teenager than a grown woman.]

That would help too. A genuine sort of something would say 'Hey, I fucked up. My bad.', but I can't think too much of a person who can't even do that much.

[Not that she thought much of Amory to begin with but Angela is the loyal sort of person for a reason. Anybody who hurts her friends without any regret is on her shit list.]