192 You'd better pray that I don't actually eat you

Waiting is always an excruciating process, and waiting for a call from Angel was even more so. 

It felt like the Grim Reaper calling to say, "Hold on, lad, don't rush to your demise just yet. Wait for me to arrive before you meet your end."

Given Angel's current disposition, what kind of benevolent actions could Sam expect from her upon her arrival? 

Would she try to touch him with tenderness and kindness? Clearly not; such things were unlikely to manifest in Angel anytime soon.

What kind of woman was Angel?

To her, gentleness and kindness were useless, merely the last resort of cowards. A true powerhouse didn't need what she considered hypocritical virtues for adornment.

Thus, she was decisive and efficient, rarely regretful.

Gentleness and kindness were traits she despised.