Gabriel
Gabriel smiled at Emily and said, "It depends on the situation. I can be brought to reason if the argument is good enough."
Then he blinked as Erica got up and approached the young woman. "This could be interesting," he said as he lifted his coffee cup in a toast, "And why does she have a rocket launcher."
Corbin
The dhampir grunted as he exited the Uber vehicle. With his main source of transportation ashes and slag, he had to rely on the stupid app until he had enough money to buy a new bike or some little hoopty. No, I am buying a bike. It's not like I shuttle people to and fro, and I don't have to worry about catching a cold or the like. Besides, I can always keep a dry set of clothing at the station anyway if I do get caught in a downpour.
He also knew it meant him getting extra hours doing what he'd been doing for years and finally getting paid for it. Being an Elite sucked sometimes, but it was also a lot of fun too. He started to walk up to the HQ when he noticed some hobo harassing what looked like a taller version of that Saber cop and a teenage girl.
With a water gun. Who ran away on a pink trike because why the fuck not?
The women chased off the hobo and he sighed, shaking his head. "Oy, I swear, this city is really going to the birds sometimes. Bloody hobos. You ladies good?"
Forest
The blond canted her head at Gadreel's turn of thought and replied, Or sometimes maturity brings a lack of empathy or compassion as well. Then again, empathy and compassion have always been hard to find.
Something flickered through her eyes as she looked at him. "My Godson could explain it better than I can. The only thing I can do with magic is light simple, tiny fires on candle wicks."
She smirked and said, "Or maybe the clothing and makeup that the fashion industries want the elderly to wear. Why do they assume people want to wear pastel floral prints once they reach a certain age? I mean, corsets and hot pants should be out, but even I wouldn't wear hot pants."