Ang coughed as somebody pressed past them into the pub and she thought better of saying what was really on her mind. She'd be lying if she didn't at least like the tone with which Gallivan was speaking. It made her feel a little better that she wasn't the only one who thought that. Ang knew that caged feeling of helplessness at the situation, but that didn't mean she had to like it. There was nothing she could do of course, their time for action had been years ago now, when the three of them should have left the country and stayed that way, but all she could do now was live in the shadows of Cash's life and support him the best that she could.

Perhaps that meant making friends with Gallivan here.

"I've got thoughts on that," she promised him with a wry smile of her own, lowering her voice just a little bit. "My flat isn't too far away from here, care for a drink?" She knew she was probably toeing the line of overstepping here, but he had to know what Cash had been up to more recently better than she would, and Angie had Cash's past kept tight to her chest. Putting all of the pieces together might make the picture clearer, if nothing else. She didn't know what good it might do, in the long run, but she was worried about Cash and had learned that asking for help wasn't necessarily a bad thing.