[ Mercifully, probably to Pidge, it's all just somewhat of a jumble to follow quickly, a trickling warmth that she doesn't mind at all, it's nice, it's always nice to be close to people as far as Angel is concern and - wait.

Whose that guy? ]

I've sort of met a Baroness, and she was very hands on as well. Definitely could handle herself. [ Oh, Aurelia, stop setting orphans on fire because you think it sounds funny??

There's a prickly amusement in her eyes as Pidge hurriedly drinks, but otherwise apart from that, she does a marvellous job of acting like this all normal. ( Probably, it's normal for the hive. ) ] I'm glad you wouldn't leave me. [ Alright, so she teases a little. ] Of course. Well, see, you're already experienced. Between your lion and everything you can do, I'm sure you'll have me out of that tower in no time. [ Oh, Angel, you're sick, you do know that, don't you? That this fantasy cuts close, she doesn't breath out a word of, in mind or action. Why should she let it bother her, she insists to herself, when Pidge is so hastily downing her drink. ] It'll just be a detour for you, I'm sure, you'll have it sorted so quickly.