[center][color=black][h2]Angel[/h2][/color][/center]
 
[center]"Jesus Christ, Jet it was a joke." Angel retorted in response to his very serious reply. She watched him step out of the wingsuit like he was Iron Man and raised a brow, watching it fly away. "Okay. Be honest. Did you find aliens?" Angel asked him, picking up her speed as he rushed ahead of her to talk to him. She was only half-joking this time. Normally, she would not be the type of girl to express an opinion that aliens had landed on Earth before or could ever, however, she could not wrap her head around him just having all this insane technology. She watched him press his eye and hand to scanners. Angel folded her arms to stop herself from expressing how astonished and impressed she actually was. This guy was literally James Bond. He had her coming up with as many pop culture references as Abel now.

She let her eyes scope over the entry room, finding this to be at least more mundane than the alien-level technology. The house was obviously owned by Donald Trump or something back in the day but compared to the flying suit, this was comforting. She, of course, started wandering off in whatever direction she pleased, touching everything tangible. There was evidence that bandits had been here before he had found the place, missing furniture in some areas but it was clear that he boarded it up for himself at a decent point in time. It suddenly dawned on her that this was a house. Houses have kitchens which have food. Angel quickened her pace, almost pushed to starvation at this point as she began her search for the kitchen. "Jet I'm going to cash in on that food you owe me!"She called to him.[/center]