He wasn't sure if her confusion was part of a really well rehearsed acting routine or if it was actually her channeling bewilderment at the sight of him, but - truth be told - Gabriel really didn't give a rat's ass at this point. He was trapped. Locked away in a circle of holy fire, waiting for the moment in which Jaina would triumphantly declare herself victorious or, worse yet, Lucifer would drop in, latch onto that short leash he'd already wrapped around Gabriel's neck, and use it to choke the very life out of his own brother. What if it was both? What if Jaina was working for Lucifer? Had he offered her a deal?
No, no. Jaina was too stubborn to make any deals with the Devil. This was something else. Something incredibly frustrating, but still something else. And considering the holy fire circumstances, Castiel and Anna were likely involved.
Note to self, Gabriel thought moodily, siblings. Pluto. Rabid clowns from space. Really bad sex tape on Fox. Make it happen.
"Oh, don't give me that," Gabriel rolled his eyes, "I'm a prime example of a person who never brings things upon themselves. I'm a victim. Victim's don't bring on anything. They just show up, expect their friends to do the things that they've promised, and end up victimized. And sidenote? Your cookies? So not worth me being shoved into a fresh off the market life or death situation here!"
Maybe he was being a little dramatic. Just a little. "So, what is this, huh? Did Cas and Anna put you up to this? And don't you deny not being involved somehow - I was caught halfway to your place, which means that someone knew I was coming your way. And you're here. Kind of puts the spotlight over your head, doesn't it, Solo?"