Angel felt angry, and embarrassed by his laugh.
"Well, snakes don't frighten me, and as far as I can remember, wolves are afraid of fire; so we shouldn't be so bad off," She informed him in a huff, the began to work at rinsing off the last few suds of bubbles on her body, but paused, sighing as she glanced over towards the other side of the room.
"Hey.. something smells good. I think they've begun to cook the rabbit." She smiled, her stomach rumbling. "Just in time, too," she said, stepping out from the bath, getting water everywhere as she began to towel off.