Well aware that this could be one of the less pleasant interactions coming her way, Moira makes sure to grab not one but two bottles of wine that she puts in a bag before she makes her way for Angela's. She walks rather than trying to catch a bus. She's pretty sure she could use the fresh air, no matter how crisp it might be. She's felt a headache forming since the moment that she heard Angela's announcement.

She lets herself in when she gets there, cautiously entering the living area.

"Angela...?"