Oh, Gabriel liked this guy. He had personality, even if Gabriel wasn't sure he wanted to talk much about himself. Even still, the archangel's grin widened a little, even as he lifted an eyebrow at the Doctor in response to the look. "Who, faint? Me? Psh."

His legs were definitely better. Well, he was beginning to get proper feeling back in them, anyway. "Just call me--Gabriel, trickster extraordinaire," he said with a slight flourish and a dip which would have been a proper bow if he hadn't risked falling over to perform it. "Sweets baker hereabouts, or so they tell me. Can't complain; I mean, how many people here can claim they've got free access to all kinds of sugar?"