So I'm guessing the one that yelled at me is the devil.
[Angela's on her hands and knees now, picking through the mess of her pocketbook, parting the coffee paraphernalia off to one side. This keeps her busy so she doesn't have to either look at Cameron's face or laugh nervously in it. Angela's not surprised part of Cameron's conscience hates her. In fact, it's the nicer part that shocks her.
Her bag's almost complete except for that pesky missing device of hers. Angela leans down to ground level with her eyes to try and locate her network device, putting off the actual difficult apology a little more.]
a spoonful of apologies in with the sugar;
[Angela's on her hands and knees now, picking through the mess of her pocketbook, parting the coffee paraphernalia off to one side. This keeps her busy so she doesn't have to either look at Cameron's face or laugh nervously in it. Angela's not surprised part of Cameron's conscience hates her. In fact, it's the nicer part that shocks her.
Her bag's almost complete except for that pesky missing device of hers. Angela leans down to ground level with her eyes to try and locate her network device, putting off the actual difficult apology a little more.]
Where did that damn thing go?