His hand is gripped just as tightly, and she hums a quiet note of agreement. “Okay.” She smiles for him, and yes, there is some degree of concern in it because, hey… Patched Up Angel with his sidekick Mortal Again contending with a multitude of very angry angels, in addition to rescuing the dying… What could possibly go wrong?

Before she exits the vehicle, she curves her hand around the back of Gabriel’s neck, only to pull him closer so that she might kiss his temple. Maybe in comfort to him, mostly in comfort for herself to feel his warmth at her lips once more. Her fingers curl in his hair briefly before she moves away, grabbing hold of the door handle with her free hand. “Let’s go.”