Having spent most of this time simply standing in silence and observing the ongoing argument, Angel found himself mildly amused over the whole situation. It seemed a bit silly to him, and then it seemed more funny than anything as their callous leader gave Desmond a resounding slap across the face. By that time, he'd turned his back to and distanced himself from it by a bit just so no one would see the toothy grin across his face. It crossed his mind, briefly, that things might escalate. He considered intervening, but also decided it wasn't necessarily his place to do so. Whatever extent this group knew each other, he certainly knew everyone the least - likewise, everyone knew him the least. Besides, it wouldn't be the first time he'd watched a gang turn on itself while standing idly by. And from the looks of things, unlikely to be the last either...

As he stood there listening to the argument, hearing how the escalation was prevented by the timely arrival of the sister, Angel casually shuffled his feet in the dust and looked around. There was still a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth when he noticed the approaching... girl. Angel thought to himself for a moment, wondered if they'd even been introduced - probably - as he couldn't recall her name. He blinked and puckered his mouth in slight annoyance at himself. If there's a name he should have remembered in this group, it had to be this one's. He still didn't.

As the girl spoke up, it caught Angel by (delightful) surprise that she was speaking in spanish. English was hardly an unpleasant language, but of course the vaquero preferred [i]his[/i] language. It was also, in his opinion, a far more beautiful language - but he was admittedly biased. Angel waited for a few seconds, staring curiously and unabashedly at Céline, before responding in his mother tongue:
"[i]I think they're working out some... tension, so to speak[/i]", a wry smile slowly appeared on his face, "[i]I wouldn't worry about it too much, I'm sure they'll kiss and make up eventually.[/i]" A chuckle escaped with the final sentence. He turned away briefly before turning back and proceeding to inquire noticably playfully:
"[i]Where did the little lady learn to speak spanish and what other secrets is she hiding, hm? Perhaps her name?[/i]"