All Angela wanted was to find a pet store and maybe a thrift shop to get some necessary things so she can finally change her clothes and stop feeding Biscuit off the same plate she's been eating from. But this is proving to be harder than it appears with the map making no sense to her. She sees she'll have to redo it because whoever drew this version was clearly devoid of life and any excitement for anything.

The voice that hasn't become familiar enough for Angela to recognize in a crowded room anywhere so the greeting falls on deaf eyes and blind eyes that are still turned to the CiD in her hand.

(In contrast, criminals aren't Angela's. Well, drug dealers and the like, maybe. But anything else and Angela has an axe to grind with them.)