[It's almost laughable, how easily Angel crumbles the second Krieg picks up the line. She'd spent the time it had taken him to pick up convincing herself that she could remain strong, that she could at least keep from blubbering for a few minutes.

The second she sees his mask, though, it's all over. The screen that she holds out in front of her begins to blur as her eyes start to burn. Her throat grows tighter, clamping around whatever words she'd been trying to form.

The only sign that she isn't actually upset is the still present, still wobbling smile on her lips. It's a smile that grows wider with each passing second.]

It's... It's you -- [She finally manages. In the grand scheme of things, she hadn't gone long without him. The time that had passed between her departure and her return had been but a blink of an eye. Rather, it's the fact that in that blink, anything could have happened.

Krieg could have just as easily been gone.]

She opens her mouth, but the words don't come right away. Instead, she motions vaguely, lets out a thick laugh, before finally swiveling the gear around to show the forest.]

Just outside -- the town. [She finally forces herself to say.] Where we first met.