[Meaning Nisha turns around just in time to watch her partner in crime get slapped right in the face, chasing the sight with a quick snort of genuine laughter (because come on, there's nothing that isn't funny about that).

But aside from it, there's no offer to help. No cooing or fretting or warning about the dangers of the world the way that Jack might go about it. She's waiting for Angel to clear herself - hands settled neatly (patiently) at her hips.] Can't believe I'm watching a siren get taken out by a tree.

Come on, kiddo - quit screwing around, we got places to be.