It always helps to have your own private angel (angle?) to get you out of a mess.
And after that slutty performance yesterday, Judith and her maid have a lot of cleaning up to do. What better way to put your transgressions behind you than to lace up your corset, attache some feathers to your cap, wrap up the severed head and slink out of town while the rest of the camp nurses a hang-over.
Be an angel and close the flap on the tent after we leave, will ya?