"Sure. I have a great sense of self-preservation." Gabriel squinted up at her, his hair sticking up and face grimy, his eyes hard to see through the goggles he still didn't dare to take off. In the shadow of the ravine, they made everything that much more bearable. "I have a great sense of preservation when I'm inhabiting a body I can usually heal without a freaking thought."

His tone was grumpy. He couldn't help it. Why was she so worried, anyway? He wasn't the only one exhausted. They all were. But they had someplace to get, and it was dangerous out here. Push on, and all that. "Isn't this what being human's meant to be all about? Pushing the boundaries, breaking that impossible barrier, etcetera etcetera? We need to get to that damned city, don't we?"

Besides, the threat was moot. He couldn't move even if he wanted to, and he didn't. The archangel made a face at the feel of the bread, but mechanically broke a piece off to chew.