"You're my human though, and better than all the other ones." Gabriel assured her, drinking down the rest of the sugary sludge. "And I've decided that you can't be late for work, so I'll just have to fly you there. I don't like where you live..." Sure, it was a little hypocritical. He remembered the first time he'd ever seen Syra, with him the corner street drug dealer, living in a room that was really no better than a cardboard box. But that was okay for him, he couldn't get sick or hurt too badly. It wasn't safe for a girl like Syra.<br/><br/>"Okay!" He stood up and bent his spine, stretching out first one wing, then the other, hearing the bones pop satisfyingly. "I can't be late either. Now that he's gone, I should go make my report."