Andrew didn't hear her coming. He rounded the curve of the staircase and nearly leapt out of his skin to suddenly see Angel coming his direction.

"Good morning. H-how" his voice was coming out higher than udual. He cleared his throat. "How are you this morning?" 

He looked her up and down, wondering if apples were the only thing she'd picked up in the kitchen or if she'd found her weapons as well. If she was up and moving he needed to be ready to run the other direction. His fingers squeezed into the tidy rolls of cotton he carried.