Ange growled a little as he stood up, approaching Vanity's table. He pulled out a chair and quickly lowered himself into it, still fuming a little at the realization that he was abandoned at a place like this. He let out a long sigh and looked up at Vanity through furrowed eyebrows.

"So...?" He started. "What have you got?" He balled his fists again and leaned his head back. Staring into Vanity's eyes. Frankly, he was bored, angry and needed to get out of this place as soon as he possibly could. He looked around, glaring at patients and staff alike as they walked by. He hated this place with every inch of his being.

"I can't tell you enough how much I need to get the hell out of here." He grumbled under his breath.