If he's going to get sandwiches and fries everywhere, she'd better not take him back to the console room, so instead she turns around and leads the way to the closest kitchen. Which today happens to be a rather old-fashioned one, with wooden furniture, whimsically decorated pots, a vase with wilted flowers on the table and an arcane looking stove. There's a window over the sink which usually depicts a beautiful summer morning, but lately it's only shown an indistinct grey mist. The kitchen still has a fridge though; humanoids don't seem to be able to live without those.

On the way, she tries to give his suggestion some more thought, but she still can't get past the despair of having to think about Gabriel like this. "As I already said, I'm not certain how much you could help at all. Perhaps... is there a way to test your wards without the angel noticing?" The last thing she needs is to provoke Gabriel.