Nighttime. Nina is back in her cell, getting ready to show her lovely bare back to the camera, when Angel calls to her. He lurks behind the door so that she can't see him, and apologizes for his behavior that morning. Nina says that she understands, and Angel mutters, "Pretty sure you don't." Nina says that Angel has a lot to do, and the last thing he needs is more complications from a "charity case." Angel cuts her off, sighs, and walks into the room. Nina stares, and there's a great matter-of-fact delivery when Angel explains, "I was turned into a puppet last night." Nina stammers and finally asks if he's okay. Angel explains, "I'm made of felt." Then he reaches up and pulls his nose off as he adds, "And my noze comes off." He stares at his nose, shakes his head a little, and pops it back on. He says he's sure the MoG will fix it eventually, and that he was rude that morning because he was embarrassed. Nina asks why he cares what anyone thinks, and rhapsodizes about how he's a hero, adding, "This may sound cliché coming from an art-school chick, but the vampire thing's kinda sexy." Heh. I like her. Angel admits that it sounds nice, but that he doesn't feel that way. Aw, poor sad Angel-puppet. Hee. Angel strolls around in the room as he ponders his "very complicated life," and says that he's not good at seeing what's going on around him. Sure, you can see it all coming, and once again, I don't care, because just as Angel says that he's trying to pay more attention to the world around him, a werewolf paw reaches through the bars and sinks into his head. Angel's jerked out of frame, then struggles back out, trying to get away as he shouts, "No Nina! Bad Nina! Gaaaah!" And he's pulled back toward the cage. Shredded cloth is flung out as we cut away.