Gabriel pushes through a wall as he becomes aware of Aziraphale on the same floor. He's more or less covered in a fine layer of plaster dust, which in place makes him look pale and worn. But while in motion he looks more like the center of a storm.

As Aziraphale arrives, he steps into the room and pushes into the next wall. In this one he finds circuitry, but not the kind he had seen before. For some other creature then? It doesn't matter. A surge of power runs through his hands as he rips it from the wall. By the time he drops it to the floor, it's a hunk of metal.

"They were going to build more angel cages. We both have a stake."