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While the previous night had helped Angela quite a bit... she was now past the stage of mopping around, and felt the need to vent her frustration. Venting her frustration usually involved her simply playing her violin relentlessly, and while her parents usually allowed her to play to her heart's content, she had been driving them absolutely batshit crazy. They had suggested she get some air and perhaps play it outside, so she had gone to the park.

It'd seemed like a logical choice at the time. When she'd gotten there, she'd noticed, with some small amount of sadness, that there weren't many people; the sleep epidemic had affected quite a large amount of the city's population, and most of those unaffected spent their free time at the hospital, not the park. Angela herself had spent quite a bit of time there, visiting the fallen Aquarius.

At any rate, the mostly deserted park had seemed like a prime place, and she'd settled herself on a park bench, playing away her frustration without a care of whom might be listening. Her pet raven (she was using the term rather loosely here, seeing as how the bird didn't reside within the house) had gone with her and was currently perched on her right shoulder; it kept alternating, it's position, moving from her shoulder, to the bench and back again.

When the boy approached and spoke, the large bird turned his head, spread his wings and 'cawed' loudly, forcing te girl to blink out of her daze and look up to find... Nate.

Oh boy. Oh wow. This was awkward.

For a whole few moments she stared at him silently, trying to work around her thoughts. She only barely caught herself from telling him he was early, and mentally kicked herself, "Venting," she told him sincerely, "Some people punch eachother. Some people break windows.... I play the violin."

As he spoke, she arched a brow, looking mildly bemused for some reason. She should have scowled at him, lord knew that much; she should have felt mildly offended on behalf of the world, but she really couldn't. For him, this was a first time meeting (technicaly it wasn't, but he just didn't know any better), while she already had insight on him, "Oh?" she'd once crashed a window; a car window, but she hadn't done it on purpose. A youma had been chasing her, and she... well, she'd been a bit clumsy. Not that he was going to tell him, "I punch people too. And kick them - but I don't think we do it in quite the same way," she lowered the violin from her chin to her lap, the raven tilting his head this way and that as he observed the boy.

"There's a lot of muggings around these parts," she elaborated, "I take classes. I don't plan on giving them a second chance," technically a white lie - she'd never been mugged, but she was indeed taking classes. More like training sessions. Angela wasn't quite sure what was going to happen to those sessions now that they were down several members though. She was going to have to contact Aries; in the mean time, she'd been doing her nightly patrols, and those offered more than enough chances to practice (did they ever).

A smile finally reached her lips, "You play the piano?" for some reason, she'd have really liked to see that, "I love the guittar, but all I can play is this," she lifted up the violin, "It helps," she'd always been fascinated by the strings that Apocalyptica played; not that was real venting. She could never hope to go that goddamned fast, "I'm just going with what I feel. I used to take classes, but decided that taking them made it a chore, not a hobby. This is a hobby for me; I don't pretend to carry it further than that. It was sapping the fun from it," a pause as she noticed that perhaps, just perhaps, she should offer him her name; he had an apparently poor habit of not offering his, "I'm Angela," she scooted to the side on the bench, a silent offer, "And this is Edgar. He's harmless, really," the bird seemed to puff up, as if offended by the claim.

She was watching him silently again, and did not talk for a few moments. In all honesty, she had rarely been up against a situation such as this; she kind of wanted to be open and straightforward. It sort of sucked that she felt like he was his friend and he couldn't know as much - it was probably a good thing that she was patient and laid back, otherwise, the situation would have been increasingly frustrating, not just awkward, "The things that crawl around this city are nothing short of out of the ordinary," she said, arching a brow at him when he implied that he might have mugged someone, "There's rumors of monsters, nothing like ordinary muggers. I've seen some rather strange things myself, have you?"

Turning her attention to her violin, she blinked, "Well, I'm just honestly not good enough to life off of music, and quite frankly, trying to compete against others was making my miserable. I was forgetting why I liked this to begin with, so I decided to stop. It's useful for venting. Much better than video games," this wasn't her only hobby after all, she had others. It was just that tetris wasn't particularly good for venting one's frustration, "I'd offer it; I'd love to hear you play," she was talking about her instrument, apparently, "But it's nothing like a guitar."

No sooner did he sit down beside her that the bird hooped his way around the girls back so he could approach Nathan. He still looked wary, and kind of guarded, what with the way it opened it's wings a bit, as if an attempt to make him look bigger. However, when it became clear Nathan was not going anywhere and did not seem to be a threat, Edgar hooped off the girl's shoulders and settled itself between them on the bench, nearing the boy in his curiosity, "I don't know," she said as she looked at the bird, "Some people have parrots. I have a crow. And a scorpion. They're quite smart, you know - Ravens and crows I mean," a pause as she lifted her head, "I've been told I'm kind of strange."

Her expression darkened just a notch; just by reading it, it would have been safe to assume that yes, she'd seen some, "Frankly... I don't think there's many people around here that haven't seen them. The few lucky ones, know people that have seen them," a shrug was issued forth, "I saw a centipede once," it had been a while back; the thing had been rather big, and she recalled the way it had attacked a civilian rather vividly, "I saw it from afar though. Those aren't the worst ones though - the worst ones are the human ones," she meant the negaverse agents, but she wasn't going to go into detail, "Monsters are monsters. I wonder what their excuse is."

Ah, so he had indeed thought that Fluffy was cool. Angela turned to offer him a smile, which might have looked out of place with the current conversation. She couldn't help it though; it was hard enough to keep herself from tripping and saying something she shouldn't be saying in this form, "That's too bad. I really would like to see how you play, and it's not like you're have a huge audience," her eyes scanned the mostly deserted park, "Almost everyone's at the Hospital. I need to go later myself to check up on a friend," more like a family member, in a way. Alas.

As he spoke, the girl watched him, kind of surprised by his words; she hadn't really mentioned that people thought she was strange as a bad thing. She had merely been trying to offer an explanation for her choice of pets, yet in his own way, he'd decided to comfort her, "You know, for someone that vandalizes windows and punches people, you're kind of nice. Thank you. No one's ever put it that way," she smiled when the bird gave a final hop and settled itself on Nathan's leg. The bird maintained that pose, head tilting to one side regarding him curiously, "Technically... he's not mine, mine. He does his own thing - He's just for whatever reason, taken a liking to me. He sleeps outside, and there's time where I don't see him for days. He's still a good companion when he's around though. Very smart bird."

In all honesty, Angela had caught his slip. She would have been willing to bet money on the fact he had been about to say 'dad', mostly because her mind could not seem to find a better fitting word for the sentence. Besides, if that was the case, well, it explained a bit (a lot) about his behavior, in her mind (then again, she had no idea about his upbringing whatsoever - she was assuming that maybe this was a phase or something he was recently undergoing). She had no way to know that her assumption was wrong, so she went with it.

"So many people are there. I hope they're having better dreams than we are," she had, of course, been affected by the nightmares, just like any other person in Destiny city. She just hoped the slumbering people were having a trouble-less, peaceful sleep, "I've been going there a lot too. There's someone important to me there. I felt... frustrated. I couldn't do anything to help," a shrug, "The place is indeed boring. But going there feels like... something," patrolling also helped, but she couldn't very well say that, "I hope your Tony wakes up soon too," huh, Tony, Tony... why did that name ring a bell? Mmmm...

She snorted.

She couldn't help it. And the moment she did, she lifted her hand and covered her mouth, looking mildly embarrassed to have made the noise; she usually tried to be polite. It was just that for some odd reason, his words had amused her. Lowering her hand and trying not to look completely embarrassed, she turned her gaze over to him, "You're actually doing a good job of ruining it all on your own. I don't think you need my help at all. But don't worry; your secret is safe with me. I will take it to my grave."

When the boy reached out to touch him, the raven puffed out slightly, but it allowed contact, and soon enough drew nearer, leaning into the touch when it became obvious Nathan was, in fact, not going to hurt him, "I am going to guess Tony would be pretty upset if you did that. But no, for the most part, Edgar takes care of himself. I give him snacks, but he's pretty efficient on his own," a pause, "Watson on the other hand, is more entertaining to watch when he feeds."

Quite suddenly, it felt like he had sunk them into deeper waters and she had no idea how to answer. She didn't know the full story behind what he was telling her he was frustrated; his mannerisms once more, seemed to hint at loneliness, and again it was something she could identify with, "That's ironic," she told him, "I didn't know her either. Not really. I should've. But I didn't. I don't know what her favorite food is... and I don't know what she likes to do in her spare time. I don't know anything about her, but she's very important to me," she knew that sounded strange - how was it possible to care for someone you barely even knew?

Angela didn't know how to explain it, and probably couldn't have if her life depended on it at that very moment. She did, however, get where he was coming from; she'd sort of been there too.

But then, he was frowning at her, and she sunk and inch into her seat, "I'm sorry, you just... sort of reminded me of someone. I couldn't help it," nevermind that she was referring to the fact she'd met him that previous night, and for her, this meeting was a bit of a deja vu feel, "I wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing with you. There's a difference."

She watched the bird as he settled more comfortably on the boy's lap, fluffing himself up, looking like he was actually enjoying the attention it was receiving, "Actually, they're quite easy to keep. You can't really handle them, for the most part, but they're quiet and require very little care," reaching to her side, she grabbed the case of her violin and placed her instrument in it, "I'll show you one day," it only then ocured to her, that she'd slipped, and that for him, this was their first meeting - Angela kicked herself mentally, but did not stop. Instead, she stood from the bench and extended her arm in front of him, offering him her hand - reminiscent of the way she'd done so the previous night, "Come. I'll treat you to ice cream, for cheering me up," that was technically the second time he'd done that, "Do you like ice cream?"

No, her family life was so ordinarily... normal that it was almost boring (almost, not quite - Angela wouldn't have changed it for the world, no matter how much glamor others seemed to have that she lacked), "Why not?" she answered his question with one of her own and a smile, well aware that she'd slipped, but unwilling to take it back. This made things mildly easier on her anyhow, didn't it? Strange and... awkward, but all the easier at least.

It kind of felt like cheating though, knowing that she had a head start and that he wasn't aware of it, "Ask and you shall receive," she had absolutely no idea his problem was that he was awkward around people and had no idea how to hang onto people. After all, she was the type of person that voiced what she wanted, or needed as the precise moment it came to mind. Granted, that often time landed her with scowls for speaking her mind, but it had it's upside too in that she didn't feel the need to hide from others.

The raven hooped off the boy's lap, offering him a disapproving 'caw' for moving when he'd been oh-so-comfy, but soon enough opened his wings and flew up to peer down at them from the branch of a nearby tree.

Angela spared the bird just a glance before she felt her hand tugged. For some odd reason, she hadn't been expecting him to tug, or maybe she miscalculated her strength (after all, like this... she was like any other, normal seventeen year old girl), but the force sent her stumbling into him. In her defense, she'd been looking at Edgar and had been caught off-guard. She grabbed onto him for support, almost dropping the violin case and blinked, "Uhm," okay, now she seemed distinctly embarrassed, but doing a good job at trying to ignore it, "What flavor?"