"He didn't trouble you, did he?" she asked as she let out smoke from her mouth. She then glanced at Oliver, who was flabbergasted. "Wassup, Olie."
"Nope." Xavier responded as he shot a glance at the cyborg. "He didn't."
"Hey… Angel…" Oliver greeted her.
"Sorry for not being present when you came in. I was actually going to fetch you guys from downstairs, but I had to run to the washroom. I hope you didn't mind it."
Unlike her appearance, her way of speaking was calm and gentle.
"Is he your bodyguard or something?"
"Oh, no. He is my friend, Jason. I know the name doesn't suit him, but he is cool. He just returned from a gig and ran into me here. I told him I was here for a meeting and he insisted on joining. Don't mind him, please." She rubbed the cig on the table and put it in the ashtray.
Then, she opened the bottle of the juice and poured it into the glass.
"If you want him to go away, then he will leave," she added.
