Buffy, yelling for Angels, open to anyone else who wants to be there.
Uriel, of course, had been waiting. Watching, too, which was unfortunately very difficult when the monkeys had decided to block the entire party off. He had lurked moodily on the outskirts of the entire scene, wishing he'd had a way in to prevent the little blonde woman and her friends from succeeding. Uriel truly hated being proven wrong - it made him itchy. Yet, here they were. Sending demons back left and right, facing off an upper level like Alastair. Perhaps if Uriel actually held some form of interest in saving this world he would have been gleeful about their success. Rather, he was moody about it. In spite of it all, he was rather talented at keeping certain things about himself hidden. So, when the flutter of wings sounded his arrival, Uriel found himself looking more intrigued than displeased.
"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Uriel asked, pressing on a fain measure of amusement for emphasis. He looked past Buffy, searching for the demon he had come along to capture. Well, this was going to be a pain, wasn't it? Who was he going to frame for the murders now?