[She shakes her head, but then soothes whatever ruffled feathers Derek's penis may have with a soft kiss to his forehead. Far be it from her to say he's an awful lay and she wouldn't like to continue exploring his body a second time around, but tonight, Angela is strangely not in the mood. No reason, nothing happened, Derek did nothing wrong. Just Miss Montenegro and her wayward whims. Check back in an hour or so, it just might be different.

Glancing at the light for a moment, Angela shakes her head again, this time with a laugh.]

I didn't come here for a flashlight, Derek.

[She came for company. Sitting in the dark with someone interesting sure beats sitting in the dark by herself. Plus he has a dog. And speaking of the dog, Angela pokes Derek in the ribs again with the toe of her flats.]

Hey, don't take it out on Clooney! You're the one who was holding it. He's innocent and I'm a witness to it!