Angel raised both eyebrows to himself before turning in that exact direction. The last thing he'd expected to find was someone who seemed to be entirely at ease with the current goings-on, but there Adam was, sitting with his feet propped up and watching -- what was that, anyway? -- looking like he didn't have a care in the world.

For a brief moment, Angel was almost jealous.

"Hey." He came to a stop a few feet away from the table itself. Unlike the actual angels that seemed to have the run of the mansion, Angel himself was a big believer in respecting personal space. "It's probably not safe to hang out in here for long. The roots haven't made their way here yet, but there's always a chance you could get blocked in."