[ the comment about his appearance gives her pause. certainly, she is not so obtuse or self-centered not to have noticed the state of him, but angelika so often interacts with the dead, many of whom come to her in various states of grisliness or decay, that it did not factor into her assessment of him perhaps as highly as it should have. (also, what does it say she just automatically assumed he was dead...?)

in any case, her eyes do not pry. but they certainly drift and take notice of his attempts to keep decent, despite the aloof tones of his words. ]

Fifty-two is such a specific number, [ she hums around the lip of the bottle. it'd probably make more sense to her after the cards and suits part is explained, but as of now she's of the opinion their captors are perhaps a little on the neurotic side.

she perks up a little when he manages the window. up until that very second, she'd been convinced they'd be trapped in there until — what was it? ah right, sex. ]

A miracle, or a tease? Can it be lowered entirely? One of us can probably fit through.

[ it's a toss-up, really. angelika is petite enough, but her shape might make it a problem. her new friend here looks quite lithe, so he might be able to just slip past no problem, but he's tall enough it might prove inconvenient. ]