Tybalt was upset, and he had half a mind to just slap Angelo's hand off his shoulder when he gave him that squeeze. He figured it was supposed to be reassuring, but there was really nothing too reassuring so far about their current situation. Still, he had to repeat to himself that Angelo was trying, and at the least he said all the right things. Go through the proper channels, they couldn't just spit information at a whim, contact someone you trust...
That helped hush his mind, but not by much.
"He's right. If you don't feel safe telling us, you should at least tell someone you trust." Whether it was here, or the school... But he had the name in mind. He'd look it up on his own time later, see if he actually knew it or not, or if he recognized any faces that might have popped up.
Tybalt was still uneasy, though it didn't show in his face or posture. The only sign was in the tension of his shoulders and probably knew that would mean a whole lot of questions later. Not at the station, but the angel would probably just tail Angelo all the way home until he told him something.
Shay looked down at her feet, face set in very careful and brittle neutrality. Angelo didn't want her here. She'd probably just gotten him in a heap of trouble, though she hadn't meant to in the slightest. How unfair, that it felt even her mere presence was enough to cause him difficulty?
Angelo was already trying to decide how to spin things and running into trouble. There really wasn't much room to spin. He could certainly lie, but doing so would violate all three of his natural rules about lying.