Angel knew that she was being followed. She didn't mind. She was actually used to it. Weather it was for her caps or because of that Pip-Boy, it was common for her to be tailed.

The song eventually ended and she glanced back at the cookie following her.

"See something you like?" She asked, stopping and hopping a couple of times to turn and look at the cookie. Her words were mildly sarcastic, but she was smiling.