[ this is all... very strange. aside from the fact that Angel knows she was definitely dead — and even if she wasn't already, she should be now, cut off from her Eridium injectors — it's been a long time since she was, well. outside. she's breathing air that isn't pumped in from a world above her head, she's eating food that isn't just Digistructed cardboard.

she's sleeping outdoors, apparently, and she doesn't have the Echonet at her fingertips to tell her how any of this works. it's not like this is common for anyone back home, either. who sleeps in a tent on Pandora? that wouldn't even protect you from skags, much less the locals.

it looks like she's having trouble just getting the tent to stay up. mostly it looks that way because she is. she's on her third attempt and it collapses again. ]

Oh, damn it— [ she flinches, suddenly. ] Er, I mean. Darn.

[ okay, that's enough of that. Angel turns to one of her fellow Reclaimers with a smile, sweet and a little nervous. ] Sorry, I have... no idea what I'm doing. Could you help me out?

[ maybe people are the same no matter where you go. Angel knows these schemes. she knows these sly smiles, and the men who see everything in terms of money or power, and the ones who grit their teeth and bear it. she never had any illusions about the world, but it's still a little disheartening to get out there and find it the same as it looked on her camera feeds.

it annoys her that she has to play along with someone who has power over her, again. she doesn't have anything that she can hold over this man; no records she can hack to blackmail him, no threats she can make that would actually work.

she smiles at the administrator as he complains about all the work he has to do. ] I can just imagine. You must be a valued employee.

[ from the outside, it kind of seems like she's falling for the racket... do you tell the poor, naive girl what's really going on? ]

[ there is, Angel is finding, a running theme to her time in Faerun. she just keeps thinking: if I had the Echonet. if she could just bypass all of this and get what she needs from wherever she wants, it would be so much easier. she would have had this done already. instead, she's standing here with another Reclaimer while they both listen to this couple go on and on about their cows, of all things.

she dug through information for Jack all the time. back when he was a nobody, most of her time was spent on corporate subterfuge, piecing together scandals and tracing embezzlement, and after all that, she would like to think that she has a pretty good sense for when things are extremely suspicious.

unfortunately, she doesn't cut much of an intimidating figure. ]

I understand, you must be very upset, but can you— [ the farmers keep talking over the top of her. ] Can you just— [ the woman has started going on in detail about the county fair, and Angel drops her face into her hands, despairing. ] It's like talking to a Psycho.