Gabriel stares at the glass of water like it's personally offended him. He's not exactly comfortable where he is, but it's better than moving. He huffs out another breath and closes his eyes so he doesn't have to look at it taunting him.

"In a minute," he says. He's survived the last...however long it's been since he last drank water. Year? Years? He can survive a few more minutes. And if this is the rift trying to kill him, it'll probably kill him whether or not he drinks the damn water anyway.

"Johnny- What if the rift is trying to kill me. Very slowly." He sighs and opens his eyes again to look at the glass of water. He'll have to try everything. Just...not yet. Maybe after Aziraphale comes. "What a dick. Rift. Dick rift."