Heather was tempted to supply her favorite line, something he said to Lucifer, something about a great big bag of dicks... But she didn't. "Another time." She knew she'd been harder on Robin, to get him to spill his beans, but Gabriel wasn't Robin. And she was still trying not to be a pain in the ass like she had been. She wasn't sure the subject of the Titanic would ever come up again. But it would be marked down for later consumption.
She glanced between The Archangel and Robin. Heather was naive, she knew she was. But she wasn't completely blind. Something was up. "Hey maybe he has a journal to go along with it?" Sure he logged everything, but maybe there were things left out of the log and put in a private diary. Wouldn't that be cool? Anything to keep a confrontation from happening between the two.