Angel can only give her a withering look as she approaches, standing with his back against one of the stall posts with his arms folded. Trust him, the stink is especially bad when your sense of smell is as heightened as he is.

"I was out on the grounds when this happened," he explains, gesturing to the pieces of Wonderland scattered in front of them, floating.

"Seeing as these things happen overnight, and that's about the only time a guy like me gets out. Needless to say, not my ideal place to camp out." He snorts. "What brings you over this way?"