Angel's mouth opens, closes, frowning as she stops to watch the person in front of her. But the one thing, that she could say firmly was the only thing to her mind that mattered. "You are. You are a person, and like all people, you can be victims of the suffering people like to do to each other. That doesn't make you less of a person, just one who needs to overcome that pain."

Angel shifts her hand, touching the walls still, "take it from me, my whole purpose until I died, was manipulating and using people - robotic and flesh and blood." The truth is offered in kind. Not to belittle, her tone still soft, still giving. Because this woman didn't seem like she wanted to share these things about herself. Clearly - it was something hard to know.

"Here, I think this room can show you who I used to be. Can't you?" She turns her eyes upwards again, coaxing now along with it. Facing this part of her life was becoming easier, with time. "Excuse me, AI, can you show me my mental file labelled 5672? Control Core memory regarding the Vault Hunters, Lilith, Brick, Mordecai and Roland?"

"Of course. Are you sure? You seem very sad about them."

Angel nods. "It's alright. I don't mind, it's important to help."