"I hear you there." And he'll raise his glass with a nod, he'd clink them if they were sitting closer to one another but the gesture was about the same. He then tips his cup back and takes a heavy swig. Once lowered he'll look into the liquid a moment.

"Feels like more and more of us are appearing out of the woodwork, be it my world or another." He'll then look up to the other angel.

"Almost like clockwork, with every so many handfuls of arrivals. I'm curious to see who will be next."

He studies the other a moment before shifting off his stool to move closer, casual, calm, the farthest from a threat he could be.

"But where are my manners?" He offers the other his hand with a smile.

"I'm Gabriel."