Angel drifted closer to him, biting down on her lip as she scanned him, worried and incredibly concerned. He was bleeding all over!
"Uhm. You're. . . uh. . ." She didn't know how to answer. In fact, she was so flustered! What the hell was she supposed to do? She was so used to not having anybody on the "Allowed to Contact Angel" list. And those that were, she really didn't want anything to do with. With very few exceptions.
Angel finally swallowed back on her fear and leaned down, letting her feet touch the floor. Glossy wings dissipated, and she knelt next to Max, helping him up to a sitting position. "Take it slow, Max. Please." She bit the inside of her cheek when he called her pretty - not many people did. She shook her head and smiled, brushing away some of the blood.
"Well, you're safe and that's all that matters. They're just pictures-"
A proximity alarm was going off. Angel snapped her head up, the color draining from her face. Somebody was approaching the Core!
"Max, I'm so sorry, but you have to get up! And hide! Oh no, oh. . . oh no!" She tugged the less-than-able ginger up to his feet, eyes darting around frantically as she tried to find a place for him to hide - and she found a supply closet. Angel was quick to wander over, throwing most of the shit out of it, and then worked on shoving Max inside.
"I'm so sorry! I'm so, so sorry!" She murmured. She did manage to shut the door, however.
And then she went apeshit on the supplies, flinging them around, tearing rends in the clothes. She made sure she was holding a canister of something filled with goop, and she tipped it over and squeezed most of it out.
It wasn't uncommon for her to throw 'tantrums' and destroy whatever was closeby. She hadn't done so in a while, but she needed a cover.