Oh, she'd take him home, wherever home is right now, but Angela's as distracted with something shiny as a magpie. Moving to hold it in her palm, she brushes it with her other hand, taking in the fine etching.

"You did it yourself?" She sounds impressed. Metalworking was never her forte. The closest thing she's ever got to working with metal was her Red Bull can sculptures on a night she had to stay awake.