Angel glances up at that sound, noticing that she's made an approach.

"I'm not a threat to the animals here, I promise. I know you don't like me. Miss Bobbin doesn't, neither. Nor Singer or Missy. But I'm supposed to be here, honest. I'm alright."

Hands up in the way of a kid who's all-too-used to being in trouble in the classroom, blamed for something ineffable rather than actual poor behavior.