[Once they're up, Angel immediately pulls away to take a couple of clumsy and uncoordinated steps towards one of the terminals. If Elizabeth remembers the morning of day 3 well enough, she might recognize it as the one that had been stained with blood. Perhaps it's been cleaned up by now, but whatever the case — Angel quickly begins to fiddle around with the machine.]

I didn't. I was rendered unconscious by my monitor. [And boy, does Angel sound peeved about it.] Judy caught on to what I was doing, and then she—

[She... what? Elizabeth may have to wait to hear the rest of that statement, because Angel sighs in relief as the terminal successfully boots up.]

Oh, goodness. It still works.