[ Angel is nothing but a captive audience. It might be a little ruined, given she can hear down to a heart beat at a hundred paces, but she never lets it show, her fingers lifting as she giggles at his display, black eyes crinkling at the edges. Then when he finishes his last flourish, she claps in appreciation, suitably impressed. It's like Zer0, in a way. ]
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Hello, I'm Angel. It's nice to meet you.