Nangel? Gently, he corrected, "It's Angel, ma'am." It was no wonder she couldn't talk right. That thing hanging off her tongue had to make it pretty hard. After he questioned her about it, Nanastasia tried to explain how exactly she'd gotten the thing on her tongue. Her words were so garbled that Angelus had to listen extra hard to figure out what she was saying. He leaned forward on his toes, his ears straining and his eyes squinting in concentration. She tried to do what now? L-ick...something? The thing on her tongue was stuck, not put there on purpose? Well, that was a relief. If she'd said it was there on purpose Angel would have had to lie and say it was pretty. It wasn't.
He watched with much open curiosity as she unsuccessfully tried to shake the piece of metal off. After a moment of frustration, her eyes sought his and Angel gulped as he noted the tears. Ah, man. He didn't do crying. It made him nervous and oddly enough, made him want to cry too.
She pleaded for help and he jumped forward immediately. Of course he'd help. But how? Now that he had the opportunity to look at it up close Angelus had no idea how it was even stuck. It was just...stuck. It wasn't biting or pinching or caught on anything. The piece of metal was just there. Tentatively, his eyes darting back and forth between the piece of metal and Nanastasia's eyes, he reached out and grasped the thing between his teeth. Once it was in his grasp Angel's eyes stayed riveted on the woman's as he tried to gauge her reaction to his efforts. Watching closely, his movements slow, he pulled back on the piece of metal firmly.
