"Don't try and confuse me," he told Gabriel angrily. "Don't patronise me and tell me I did a good job." The gun, however, did waver, lowering slightly. He knew the angel was right. And he'd be better off staying inside this one.
He didn't understand what the angel was offering. A way out of this cursed place? He doubted that was possible. At first, he wasn't sure if Heather meant Robin, or Smith. But then he caught on. He glanced over his shoulder, at the other entrance to the cabin, before looking back at them both, the gun lowering right back to his side this time, though still firm in his grip.