"If this isn't a precursor to Hell, I'd eat my wings," Gabriel muttered, and then smirked. "Then again, if this city has hotsprings, I could definitely deal with the heat."

The archangel rubbed his hands to get rid of the oily feeling, finding a random pocket and leaving the cream in there before stretching with a sigh. "Y'know, there's a whole buncha stuff about treks through the desert in Dad's Book," he said idly. "It always looked kinda entertaining when you could watch from overhead."

He just never expected to get a front-row view. Somehow he didn't think it would be nearly as entertaining from this perspective.