Alastor grunts as he’d kick off the wall to roll towards Angel and accidentally cause the chair to fall over on its side in doing so. He turns his head upwards and it was there he came face to face with Angel whom layed on the floor like an unfinished roadkill left for dead, there faces less than two feet away from one another.
“For the past week it would appear so…” he manages to flash a smile despite the frown sticker over his taped mouth that barely could be heard. Similar sounding to a half broken radio. “Who did this to you, Angel? Was it Val??”