[Watching him take a drink, but not actually finish the bottle, Angela wonders what happened to the thing he had to do or whatever he was pantomiming about. She shakes her head as she grips her glass tighter.]

You don't have to stay, you know. [Admittedly, she wants him to, but if he doesn't, she can't force him.] I don't know who deals dope around here, so no worries. I'll tell them Mr. Orange told me to say no to drugs.