"Ehhh, lotta crime, mostly." Angel shrugs, leaning back on one set of hands and gesturing with the others. "Gun smugglin', drug runnin', lotta gang shoot-outs. Definitely littered too, which counts more'n you'd think." Another shrug. "I been dead long enough I don't think about it anymore, yaknow? I'm in hell, why dwell on why?"

Their surroundings get a thoughtful look, then Angel groans, sprawling out and kicking his very, very long legs to drape across Iggy's lap. "That's so much woooooork, ugh. I already had to deal with runnin' from those little metal fuckers. I'm tiredddddd."