Good. Gabriel was very, very tired of anger, but on this occasion it was better than fear, and as long as she had control of it she'd be able to use it for her.

"Ohh. So there was a guy," Gabriel said with a grin, light-hearted and pretending. She'd given him a name, a few days ago--Vincent. He could guess. Except he didn't press, because the point wasn't to be annoying--well, not too much anyway--but to distract her from her fear. And her tone of voice said volumes.

He had people he'd been missing for centuries.

So he added casually instead, "So how much of that ledge d'you have left, anyway?"