Alanna pinched the bridge of her nose with one hand. "How. Is. Angel's. Soul. An. Inanimate. Object?" She stuck the hand back behind her back. "You can't just move soul's! Yeah, if you and Angel suddenly switched spots, or Angel and the nieghborhood cow or something, that I would believe. But a soul is not inanimate!" If she wasn't seventeen, she'd be stamping her foot.