At the sound of the door opening behind him, Gabriel whirled around and grinned. "Hi, Masa!" He trailed after her right up to the desk, eyebrow cocked when she said ... absolutely nothing.

"Don't mind me, I'm just chopped liver over here," he said, a little bemused. Then Aziraphale came downstairs and Gabriel clapped his hands with faux joy. "Hey, Azzy, just in time! Quick, I've gotta get you both out of here before you lose any definition of the word 'fun'!"

And once again he was ignored. The archangel looked between them both, and slowly a sly grin crept onto his face. Re-l might see it in a reflection. Aziraphale might see it past her shoulder. Both of them would have been wise to find it unnerving.