Quickly switching the feed to locked, Dawn moves so she can see the tablet. "I don't speak whatever that was. Irish?" She'll just be ignoring that apology for now, her anger and fear and hurt finally given outlet. "And you saw what he did. You really think sorry is what I want right now?"

She needs to not feel sorry for Angel. Maybe it wasn't him pulling the trigger, so to speak, but he held the metaphorical gun.