Angel had woken up a little while after she had been moved. A little confused why she was on the bunk and not the floor, she suddenly realized one of her teammates had moved her. She allowed herself a smile in the dark. It was nice, to be cared for. She remembered a bit, maybe when she was 2 or 3, a time when she could be cared for. She couldn't remember a face or a voice, but the feeling was similar.
Groggy and tired, she realized she left her hair tie somewhere in the rec room. Groaning, she stubbornly decided not to wait until morning, and had gotten up to search for it. That would explain why the teen was sprawled on the floor, nursing a bruised hip and pretty sure her good food would protest at her later. Goddamn darkness, goddamn corners.
But hey she found her hair tie!