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Angel didn't move as Saint knocked the newcomer to the floor. She allowed herself a small smile as Saint began to reprimand the girl for judging him so quickly on his appearance. She knew that he didn't like the exaggerated reports the Dusk and Hollow Point were primarily responsible for, but without them, he wouldn't be able to create such eloquent rants. She returned Saints grin as he looked over his shoulder at her. "You should hear the stories. Or just try sleeping next door the next time he brings a girl around."

Only when Saint was finished with her did Angel step forward, offering Catherine out her hand as well. "My uncle was a doctor in Society. I picked up a few things from him, you know." Angel was smiling, but she didn't disguise the veiled threat either.

The girl was seriously shaken up; she was still trembling. Saint seemed concerned quickly, making an attempt to comfort her, and then looking for some reassurance for himself. Angel frowned. "A little. No blood, nobody got shot or collapsed, and nobody was arrested, which is a turn up, but she's still a Society girl. Britian is officially independent, but it's a façade really." Angel said honestly. "I still would have expected a bit more bite from you though, especially with in information you say you have."