Angel faces to the side with a discernable, disinterested expression on his face. It's intelligible that he's socially withdrawn, as his interactions with other people are kept to a minimum. He finally tries to strike up a conversation, something that you wouldn't have expected. He turns to you, expression indifferent. As if he's talking to himself, he speaks in a quiet, hushed tone.

▶ "Hey, uh..."

He stops for a moment, trying to gather the words he's trying to mutter.

▶ "Do you have any food on you? I'm starving."

Angel always refuses to supply himself with his own food, so he often relies on others to feed himself. Just a result of him being lazy and having his lethargic personality. It's became a norm to him, whether it be good or bad, he doesn't care. He's lenient with nearly everything.

He saunters around listlessly, and after a few seconds, continues his monologue.

▶ "You don't have to, but... It'd be nice, I guess."

He looks over his shoulder to gaze at the sky. Angel likes to appreciate the little things in life every once in a while... At least, tries to. After all, nothing else to do - and working just makes him tired.