[He's too shaken for aggression at the moment, so when the door handle starts turning he startles and presses himself further against the wall like a cornered rabbit. When he sees it's her his shoulders droop in relief, but he doesn't leave where he's sitting.
At her remark, he laughs, high pitched and nervy]
Angel? Three or four of them, depending on what I set alight next.
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At her remark, he laughs, high pitched and nervy]
Angel? Three or four of them, depending on what I set alight next.