As the moth crept down the alley closer to Angel's hiding spot, there was a beam of... energy? that whizzed over his shoulder. It nearly burned a hole straight through him, however only his heart print fringe was its causalty as the ray singed the fur. Who the fuck was the dead man walking who thought it wise to dick around in his business. Valentino's eyes narrowed dangerously turning to face the magic's origin.

A woman?

"Beat it, Sweetheart. I ain't in the market for another entertainer right now. Come back later when Daddy's not busy."

Peering around the edge of the dumpster he was still hidden behind, the spider could see who his pimp was talking to. That... was a face he hadn't seen in a long time. The woman from the coffee shop with the basket of treats. Or... at least he thought it was her. She looked a lot different right now. Ducking back behind, Angel returned to hiding. Fuck, he hated cowering like a little bitch. B-but what could he do?