[As much as Angel didn't want to talk to Jack, the implications of not doing so were far more unpleasant. As it is, Jack is in a good mood, or so it seems. And for once, the conversation isn't about her running back to him, or what a good father he is.]

[She could almost pretend things were normal.]

Proofs... for your greeting cards? Thats... what you said you did, correct?

[Angel paused, reluctant to divulge anything about herself. She felt as if anything she said or did might give away her location, or put her friends at risk.]

[But it couldn't hurt talking about how she felt, right?]

It... isn't so bad. It's much more pleasant than Pandora. And... seeing people face to face. Feeling the wind and smelling flowers...

It's wonderful.

[Admittedly, it was a bit of a jab at him. All the pleasant things she could finally experience without him, how her happiness was entirely contingent on being away from him... Without him around, she was finally teetering on happiness.]