[Irene had thought it a bit strange that Gabe hadn't warned her about the hell-hounds running around the Barge, especially considering that they were from his world. Aaaand then she became aware of the angelic fit Gabe was pitching in his room. She knocked on the door, then tried the handle. It didn't budge.]
SPAM. TASTY TASTY SPAM. Backdated before Az frees Gabe
Gabriel?
[Her tone was actually a bit apprehensive.]