"Huh." He probably should've known that, but what could he say? It'd been a while. The information got sorted and the list of weapons humanity could possibly have used to fuck themselves over got shorter. Aliens? Eh, it was possible. Supernaturals? Ditto. Especially if there were angels involved.

Gabriel kinda hoped not.

He snorted, throwing the Doctor an amused glance, because it was either that or keep on being depressed and-or bitter, and they wouldn't want that, would they? No. "You actually sound disappointed there, bucko."

Okay, so the 'not sounding bitter' thing didn't really work. Damn.