A part of Ryan wanted to insist that Drake wouldn't do that to him but he also knew that it would be foolish to think that things were impossible when the supernatural or even Drake came about. There was no 'for sure' for any of it. He nodded in understanding. "I will do my best not to get myself tangled up in something beyond my control. I am able to protect myself and even if something were to occurre most of my specialty is in healing and defensive spells I'm not good for the other things I was never cut out to be an archangel." He shook his head at the thought as it still got to him how little his own kind recognized him or any of his talents despite all his work and efforts.<br/><br/>Yet they wasn't something he had to hold onto as he moved to touch Jas's arm he spoke once more, ''im as ready as I will ever be." He hoped that the ability to fly would mean he was less likely to puke on the first go around. And it appeared he was right as his body was rushed through space ad time at breakneck speed he found suffocating Ryan mostly managed to keep it together when they arrived in front of what looked like a very ordinary flat. The paint was peeling off the door and Ryan glanced at Jason's before giving it a tentative knock. The door itself creaked open as if it had never been locked and they stepped inside.<br/><br/>There was a mess all around th but it wasn't clear if it was always like that or someone made it. Then again with this level of hoarded up space it was impossible to tell. Ryan stepped inside just as there was a sound of rustling and his eyes spotted an old man that looked to be half sprawled out on the ground and struggling to get up. "Doctor?" He called out and the man responded on reflex to the profession just like any would have his eyes going wide at the two strangers present .