I felt a flicker of anger, but it soon died down. "It's not your fault." I said to Angel with a small sigh. "It just felt kind of claustrophobic over there, y'know? I'm not exactly a people person." I considered telling here that I hadn't actually been here on the journey to the Island, and just sort of jumped in, but I wasn't sure how she'd take that. Instead, I reluctantly put my book away, pulling out a notepad and colouring pens instead.
"What are you doing?" Angel asked as I started scribbling furiously on the paper. I glanced up at her, standing there awkwardly, and smiled.
"Making a sign, like he said." I bent my head back over my work, adding a few finishing touches, before ripping the page out and handing it to Angel.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at me in surprise. I just smiled again, plucking the sign from her hands and turning around to stick it to the wall (with my never ending supply of blu-tack) just above our heads.
Standing back to admire my handiwork, I nodded in satisfaction.