Gabriel frowned. Flicking the cigarette away, he closed his eyes. So he couldn't let him keep asking? Whatever did that mean? Was the extra presence the thing stopping him from telling the truth? There was only one way to deal with this...
There was a sudden flash of brilliant white light and in the place of the ordinary looking human, now stood an Angel. The halls of the TARDIS were rather narrow, and so his wings were curled and folded. Not your ordinary Angelic wings, but flowing tendrils that appeared to be made of a shimmering energy that looked like liquid, in shades of bale blue, gold and white.
He was dressed in white and gold, a large cowl covering his head, face lost to shadow, but still two glowing white, piercing eyes were visible. A halo of light shone about his shoulders and head, with jagged golden lines and soft white light. He wore a long white tabard and around his torso and arms, white cloth wrapped like bandages. He wore a simple pair of white cloth trousers, with knee length boots, plated in bronzed armour. He wore the same patterned armoured guards on his forearms, coming down to cover the back of his hands up to his fingers.
He stood there, as a beacon of light in the cramped hallways, a picture of awe itself. Even those without faith could not deny what he was.
"You have nothing to fear, child..." he said. He spoke in English this time. There was no use in speaking in Prime. Not yet.