Perhaps she should've, for as soon as Angel figures out that the door is unlocked, he's twisting the handle, throwing it open and launching himself inside. Had he still been a vampire, he would've been able to smell the blood on her hands long before the door granted him entrance. As a human, however, he only notices the cuts on her hands when he reaches her, taking her own in his and staring down at the crimson liquid which makes his stomach churn unpleasantly in that way he always found irritating about being human. Revulsion to blood was so foreign for a vampire -- or former vampire, in his current glitched state.

"What happened?" He asked her.