Gabe wasn't oblivious to the detective's annoyance at the high-tech phone. Since Skul didn't bring it up, however, neither did the Archangel--with some measure of relief, because he wasn't certain he'd have been able to recreate the original phone so soon. (He should have asked beforehand, really.)

"Oh!" The Archangel blinked at him. "Yes, that's probably wise. A pity; you look good with a face, Skul." With that simple compliment Gabe touched Skulduggery's forehead, letting his touch interrupt the resonance keeping the illusion together and make it dissolve. Fortunately, that was a very simple endeavour which didn't exacerbate any of his current discomforts.

"Do you think she already knows we're here?" he asked conversationally as he turned toward the door. Truthfully, the Archangel wasn't particularly looking forward to this second meeting so soon after the first. Or at all.