Angie's hmm of a reply was accompanied by a chuckle and a quirked eyebrow. She had to wonder if Mr. Pettigrew was already three sheets to the wind, or something close to that. He was brazen, she could give him that.

"I don't come here often, so that could be it." Angie couldn't remember the last time she'd been here and what would it have even been for? She'd been away for the whole fog fiasco, though that was oddly what brought her here today. "I guess I don't really visit Scotland in general all that much these days." No, she preferred to be out and about the world.