Upstairs, Fred comes out of the bathroom with what appears to be a bone-dry towel, and tries to wipe some of her writing off the walls. It's called a permanent marker for a reason, Fred. But using some kind of cleaning product might at least give you a fighting chance. You can tell she didn't major in chemistry. She gives up, looks around, and starts grabbing up her scattered belongings. I wonder how she got those clothes. It obviously wasn't Cordelia, or Fred would be wearing much crazier outfits. Did Angel make another run to the boutique?

Angel tries to greet the Burkles. Trish stares at him with distaste, and who can blame her? Roger points and says, "Son, your prop is dripping." Angel looks down to see green demon gore puddling on the floor. Angel fakes a cheery laugh and says, "This? Fake! A little glue, papier mâché." He swings the head about casually, splattering goo on the Burkles, and finally tosses it out the door behind him. We hear glass breaking as it hits...something. What breakable things are there in the lobby? Picture frames, maybe? Angel adds, "Possibly some lead." After babbling a little longer, Angel simply says that it's nice to meet them. As Angel slowly backs away and sits down, Roger asks him when Fred will be back. Angel says he sent her home while he "picked up that prop," so she should be upstairs. Roger and Trish smile at each other.