"What, there's some things here you actually want to remember?" Gabriel said sardonically, glancing back at her and feeling both relieved and disappointed when neither the prickliness or the metallic sheen from last night reappeared.

It couldn't be what he was thinking. (What he was hoping.) It couldn't be. And yet he had been able to make successful constructs ...

He shook off the thought and turned toward the tracks belonging to the rest of the group. "Let's blow this joint."