Angel decides it's probably best not to dispute that, not outright, and instead he invites himself to take a seat next to his intern, folding his arms and letting them rest atop his knees as he looks over, his own expression neutral and patient.

"Didn't think you were into spelunking," he remarks, glancing up at their surroundings. "I come down here sometimes when I need to think. It's good for that. Quiet. Out of the way."