"We are--" Gabriel looked around, his brow furrowed, and then with a pang of combined irritation and consternation realised he'd stopped paying attention and, given that he no longer had his angelic mental map, lost their way.

"We were going to the bar," he corrected himself with a scowl, snapping his fingers rapidly by his side, as was becoming habit when he wanted something to happen and it wasn't because he was too bloody human. "But my roadmap's no longer accessible. This whole human shtick is getting really old."