She's intensely relieved when Johnny answers, and even more so when he enters not a minute after and confirms what she's been speculating; symptoms as inconvenient as a sore throat and a fever levered upon beings unaccustomed to coping with such things would take them off guard. Whatever concern she had been steadily nursing dissolves upon contact with Johnny's good-natured levity. Clearly he has been dealing with this sort of occurrence - and Gabe - for much longer than she has.

She bites her lip and turns to the kitchen counter in an attempt to stifle her amusement.

"I was going to make tea," she says, surveying Gabe's selection beneath a furrowed brow. "Though honey with lemon might be better. Everything he has is caffeinated." And while Aziraphale's untidy sprawl over the floor may not be very helpful, it certainly would be the right idea in terms of getting rest.