Reasonably shocked

Angel scrambles to her feet, covering herself the best she can. Her sizable chest heaving as she wiped at her face with her free hand. She looks at you with a mixture of awe, fear, and gratitude. "What the fuck was THAT?!" she asks in a hoarse whisper. You explain that you have no idea, regarding the thing that attacked her as well as what you did to defend her.

Picking up her thoroughly stretched out shirt, Angel puts it on, swallowing. "You...you saved me," she says, stating the obvious. "Thank you...if you hadn't done...whatever the fuck you did, I..." she shudders. Her make-up was ruin from her tears shed during her ****. You brush off her gratitude humbly, reminding her that you're still stuck in the house.

This sobering fact did little to calm her. You promise her that you'll protect her, which has a better effect. "You better," she whispers, shaking a little, but regaining her attitude a bit. "If I die in here, I'm haunting you forever, got it?" You reassure her again, earning a nod and a mutter of thanks.

Opening the door, you grip the rather useless chairleg tightly, knuckles white. Angel grabs your hand, squeezing as you step into the unknown. "If I make it out of this, I swear, I'll never flirt with a guy again," Angel whispers, probably not to you. If there was ever a time to address a higher power, you suppose now would be it. ...you rather hope that's a vow she breaks, but that could wait until you escape. IF you escape.