[Gabriel maneuvers through the messy maze and gestures for Jinx to get down off the hamper, placing a hand on it to steady it, lest the dog try to escape.]

Here's the thing, fuzzball. Jinx has probably never owned a pet that wasn't a sentient piece of furniture, so unless you turn into a footstool, you're gonna have to cool it. Okay? [The way Gabriel's talking to her, he might as well be talking to a person. It would be crazy if he wasn't an angel. And angels are practically Disney princesses.

He looks up at Jinx.] Where'd you find her?