Carefully Gabe slid into the seat behind the driver's, glancing up in time to catch Skul's double-take. He suppressed a grin and leaned forward once the detective was seated, placing a couple of fingers on his friend's shoulder and taking a moment to concentrate.

It made the Archangel's head swim, but a moment later Skul was wearing a replica of the suit Gabe had seen him in at the Institute. It wasn't magical, because Gabe didn't know how Ghastly made his suits, but at least it looked good. (He'd just have to remember to return to the cathedral at the earliest safe opportunity to recreate the cassock for the priest.)

"There are some who say cars have a soul," Gabe said to no one in particular as he sat back, a little paler than before but still with laughter on his face. "Here I'd have thought you'd be one of those, Skul."