"Nope, trust me. If you ever met a civilized cannibal, you're done for. They're not easy to avoid or kill and usually come in the shape of some kinda bloody-thirsty god." Gabriel would have known. He visited a few of their type in his time. Heck, he'd even worked with a few. Some of them were real lively. Others...eh. Business was business, even if it was sometimes business with people that Gabriel would have preferred to run through with a particularly large sword, set on fire, and then make smores off of. Mmm. Smores. Marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate. Gabriel licked at his lips thoughtfully, stomach letting out a particularly unpleasant growl at the thought. Stupid stomach.
Of course he hadn't heard them coming, but Gabriel wasn't gonna admit that. No way, no how. "You thought wrong. Way off course with that one, sweetheart. You didn't save my life and I was fine. End of story." Confidently, Gabriel continued on. "And you're also wrong about the angels. How do you think I got here?" Gabriel raised a single brow upward, almost perfectly. Centuries of practice. He was very proud of his eyebrow raises and waggles alike, thank you very much. "How's about everyone else? We didn't all just slip on a pair of ruby red, sparkly slippers, click our heels together three times, and say 'there's no place like the end of the world' over and over again until we got here." Gabriel lifted a finger and pointed it up toward the heavens. "Angels. More specifically, my pain in the ass brother, Zachariah. He's here somewhere, hiding..." At the thought, Gabriel turned around and scanned their surroundings. Nah. Zachariah wouldn't be caught with his head sticking out of a trashcan, spying on the two of them. He was more subtle than that, even if Gabriel kind of found the idea comedic enough to bring a ghost of a smile to his lips.
Protein bars. Gabriel made a face. "I think I'd rather starve."
His stomach growled again, insistently. Human stomachs, Gabriel decided, were very unfortunate. And loud. Why were they so loud? Were humans not intelligent enough to determine when they needed food? They actually had to have some kind of alarm system installed into their stomachs, reminding them that they needed to eat in order to survive? Personally, Gabriel didn't get it. Food was great. He loved food. If he were a human, he wouldn't need to be reminded. He'd eat all the time. In fact, that's exactly what he'd be doing with himself now, if not for the whole apocalypse thing.
Gabriel enjoyed food. Not protein bars. That wasn't actual food. Food was lobster, steak, ham - meals fit for kings, not tiny bits of granola crammed into a rectangular shape and shoved into a shiny wrapper. That wasn't food. But...it was something. Gabriel kinda needed something, otherwise he'd collapse and that would be embarrassing. Archangels didn't collapse due to starvation. Groaning, Gabriel put a hand to his stomach and, reluctantly, gave in yet again. "...any chocolate in 'em?"