Brimstone recalls the way those claws had shredded pillows and gouged wood. They are certainly a force to be reckoned with when Angel turns her mind to a purpose. She nods briefly in acknowledgement.

"Hopefully won't come to that." She also remembers how shaken the young woman had been upon realizing that she'd committed an act of self-defense - what Angel called 'murder.' "I'll see you tomorrow mornin', then. Might be a lot of explorin' to do beyond that dependin' on what opens up." And if there is a way to the roof... they might be able to figure out how to get down off of it and away.