Experimental Factors

For the first time, you notice a scar over Angel's left eye. You ask, "How'd you get that scar?"

Angel smiles. "I no good girl. I get when I fight idiot. He only get one punch in. I beat, but he hurt."

Suddenly, Angel grabs a sheet of paper that she had been carrying for awhile. She hands it to you. "I work on while trapped. You like?"

You glance over the words. It seems like Angel wrote a new song, and, boy, is it good!

"Wow!" you say, "I like! Very much!"

"Thank you!"