"Well of course," he says in regards to the first thing. "I'd always rather have a plan, I mean, if we'd had time this time, I'd have planned. Only now I don't know where he's gone, and when he'll show his face again. I wonder if Gabriel knows." He frowns thoughtfully. "Do you suppose he might be from Gabriel's universe? They felt sort of... similarly unfamiliar. And he didn't look the part, like Gabriel doesn't."

He shrugs, and oh dear, that was a mistake. He winces sharply and reaches up to grip at one of his shoulders, massaging the muscle gingerly.

"He didn't fight fair," he mutters, thinking of his poor mangled wings.