With a swift practiced motion, Gabriel zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Ah, not having a cell phone is a bit inconvenient. It's an unfortunate side effect of being a practitioner. Magic and technology just don't get along. The more complicated a device is, the more likely it is to go haywire around me. That's why I use paper and filing cabinets, rather than a computer." He gestured idly to the filing cabinets lining one wall of the office.<br/><br/>The wizard took the offered number and glanced at it, committing it to memory with the glance. His heart fluttered strangely at that silly little piece of paper and, for just an instant, he felt like he was in school again asking a girl to the Harvest Dance. He grinned st the memory, realizing that he was starting to get old. "Alright, my dear, let's go catch this bastard yeah?" He strode over to the door and held it open for her.