The Bunk had a unique smell to it. Angela thought it smelled like expensive leather and cigars, a little musky—probably from all the men staying here—and something else she didn't recognize. She could taste the darkness in the air as she walked past the rooms with everyone's eyes following their movement and their entwined hands. The overall vibe felt dangerous.
As soon as they laid eyes on her, they paused whatever they were doing to stare. 'Who the hell is she to come inside our lair?' was probably in their heads, Angela thought.
Before going in The Bunk, Gael had briefed her that she was not to engage with anyone inside except him, Trigger, and Rick. She agreed.
And just before they alighted the car, he also asked her if she was okay with going inside, knowing whatever she would see, she couldn't ever talk about it to anyone. Of course, she immediately agreed, swearing she would never do that.
