Human senses really, really sucked. That was the only reason why Gabriel didn't hear anyone coming in. Not because he was too busy glaring at the altar; not at all.

He jumped and whirled around at the sound of someone taking a spill, one hand instinctively raised with fingers ready to snap and the other rigid at his side, prepared for the archangel blade that was emphatically not going to slide into his grasp as he willed it. Then he released a breath, forced himself to relax, and laughed.

"Have a nice trip?" Lame, but the best he could manage at the moment. The archangel really wished he had his soul-seeing eyes, but since he didn't, he settled for ambling over and squinting at the man (because candlelight wasn't very illuminating, okay!)