"Here I am, at least right now..." she replies with her brows raised sheepishly. "Back home, I work in the Jeffersonian's forensics lab, where I do the death mask AKA forensic facial reconstruction... most of the time, anyway."

It sounds flashy when Angela ends the explanation at the part where she just says the location of where she works. If she goes farther, people get weird, like that guy she once dated that was a complete bastard when he saw she hung out around corpses for a paycheck.

"Last place I was in after home, nobody stayed dead long enough to decompose so those skills pretty much flew out of the window."