xp_logs | Angelo and Sarah...

Angelo walks cautiously through the basement, looking for Sarah. Nobody has seen her since the group had brought Betsy back, and he figures that he might as well go look for her, to check she was OK. Finally finding unmistakable signs that he's got to the right room -- a bone knife wedged in the lock -- he pushes the door open and goes inside.

The room is dark, but the figure in the corner is just visible in the light from the hallway shining in. Sarah pulls the blanket closer, looking up at Angelo with the slightest bit of annoyance in her eyes. "Yeah?"

Angelo stays in the doorway, probably wisely keeping out of range of bones -- or so he hopes. "Just came down to check you were okay", he says neutrally.

"I'm fine," she says, "It's them who has a problem with what I did." The small room smells faintly of blood, but Sarah doesn't seem to notice, or even care.

Angelo frowns. "They had a problem to begin with, sure. But how do you know what anyone's thinking, hiding out down here? You could always try explaining your reasons..."

"'I do what I have to do' doesn't work here. Especially when it goes against the ideal." She's calm when she talks, too calm for somebody who just kidnapped an unconscious woman for surgery. "Besides, I'm not looking for their approval."

Angelo grins wryly. "Sure you're not. But you're not up there facing down their disapproval, are you?"

"Their disaproval doesn't mean shit to me," she snaps back. "I've dealt with it before, and I'll deal with it again."

Angelo just looks at her, leaning on the doorframe. "Then I'll ask again: what are you doing hiding down here?"

"This is my room, jackass. Am I not allowed to have a little privacy?" She shrugs the blanket off her shoulders for a minute, pulling a fresh bone from the base of her neck. The bones on her spine always hurt the most, and she winces. "Besides," she starts, pulling the blanket back onto her shoulders, "Why the fuck do you care?"

Angelo blinks. "Your room? How long have you been living down here?" Then he gets back to the point. "I have to live in this house too, and if you want the selfish reason, that's going to be a whole lot easier if people are happy and not screaming at each other."

"Yes, my room. It's more comfortable down here." She puts the bone down beside her on the floor and looks back up at Angelo. "And I'm sorry if the screaming bothers you, but last time I checked I was not down here screaming. I was minding my own fucking business."

Angelo doesn't move. "I'm not allowed to be concerned, now?"

"Go be concerned about somebody who needs it." She speaks quietly, but very clearly.

"Everybody needs concern sometimes, Sarah", he answers, matching her quiet tone.

"I don't need concern now, Angelo... so just fuck off. I'm sure somebody else needs a shoulder to cry on, but it isn't me!"

"Fine", he says, clearly trying hard not to snap back. "Just... come upstairs. If not for your own sake, then to prove to everybody else that you're OK."

"I'll come up later for food. Besides, I doubt anyone would even notice." She leans back against the wall, a bone in her shoulder scraping faintly against the wall.

"*I* noticed", he reminds her. "Someone else will eventually."

"Good for you. I''ll deal with them later." She's clearly ready for Angelo to leave, beginning to huddle back into her corner.

Angelo isn't going anywhere until she either forces him to, or leaves with him. "Why wait? Might as well come upstairs and deal with them now."

"Because. I. Don't. Want. To." She snaps. "I thought we'd already been through this?"

"What can I say?" Angelo drawls in response, still not moving from his place against the doorframe. "I don't give up easily."

"Who the hell do I have to maim to get some privacy around here?" She shouts, grabbing the bone beside her and throwing it in the direction of the doorframe. She doesn't want to hit him, really, just to get him to go away.

Maybe her aim is off, or maybe she wasn't being particularly careful about not hitting him, because it hits him in the arm and bounces off, thanks to his literal thick skin. He looks levelly at her, saying nothing for a few moments.

Now she's sorry that she ruined the lock on the door. "Go away. I'm already in enough trouble, so another fight isn't going to do much."

Angelo doesn't take his eyes off her, ready to dodge another bone if she loses her temper. "Oh, you'd regret that if I was in a mood to take you up on it", he says in a low voice, before pushing himself to a standing position. "But fine. I'm going."

...Fuck. What is it with everybody assuming they can take me on? "Good. You're wasting your time here." She waves her hand dismissively, and waits for him to leave.

Angelo looks as if he wants to say something more for a moment, then apparently changes his mind, turns, and walks out of the room without looking back.