[Shaun]

"Don't tell me - some guy pretending to be named Carl brought you here," Vivienne interrupted Angel's introduction.
"Well, actually, he didn't say he had a name - this guy just showed up at my family's funeral, and said he was called Carl or Carlos or Charles, I can't remember," she explained, "but I'm not looking for him. Well, I am, but he promised I could get justice."
Carter and Vivienne surveyed Angel with apprehension: she looked clearly unstable and surprisingly strong for such a small frame, and she had a look in her eye that just promised danger whether or not it was asked for. They thought it was best not to press on her family's funeral.
"This guy, this motherfucker, killed my family. Amy... mom and dad... and he got away with it. Well, Carl, if that's what you're calling him, promised me revenge and I'm here to take it," Angel took out a small firearm she'd holstered on her waist below a long sweater. Carter instinctively shuddered.
"Oh don't worry, I know it wasn't either of you, you're a girl and you're just a kid," Angel shrugged.
"Didn't you just hear what happened?" Vivienne snapped, gesturing back to the crossroads where shots had quite literally just been fired.
"Well I did hear someone screaming but I figured that might've just been a fox or a badger-"
"Two policemen just got shot - well one of them, the other one - actually I'm not really sure-"
"Not going to make a great journalist are you?"
Vivienne fell silent.
"How do you know she's a journalist?" Carter asked.