[When he touches his fingertips to his face, his fingers curl, unbidden, to press the points of his nails against his skin.]

Right~? It's the fucking worst, isn't it.

[Theoretically this is her second time being in Angie's body, but the first time while he's actually been in it. If there are any traumatic memories of being put in -- and then being torn from -- his body the last time, perhaps they're being suppressed right now. Who can say.]

[Anyway, his hair has probably turned jet black or something to indicate she's in here. For now, she's just taking stock of what this body feels like. What she can and cannot smell, or hear, or see. His tail is curling into an invisible @ shape]