Ang had only had time to pick up the envelope, her name, her full name, written in a familiar script she hadn't seen in years. She didn't bother to open it just yet, but she knew it wouldn't be good news. It would have to wait a little while though, as Connor's voice from the doorway startled her from her reverie. It was weird being back here, but it was even stranger to hear her name in his voice.

"Great, let's get your things, then," she tried to keep her voice light; she didn't have much choice. Leaving him here by himself wasn't an option, staying here would have dredged up a lifetime Ang had no business being part of anymore. It was crossing a strange divide to bring him to her flat, but there wasn't much else she could think to do.

She pushed back toward him, tucking the letter inside her cloak pocket and strode down the hallway. "We can always come back if you need anything else." As awkward as it would be. She made quick work of minimizing his things, small enough to tuck into her own satchel slung over her shoulder beneath the cloak. "Ready?" She asked, before motioning for them to go back downstairs. She needed to lock up and the she could apparate them back to London.