Gabriel, too, got to his feet, brushing off his jeans and picking up his paint-gun. He laughed again.

"I'm not going to change into anything, least of all a swan," he smiled. "This is closer to my natural form. We appear almost human, but with wings." He folded them and they disappeared, as did the rips in his shirt; with Loki there holding a paint-gun, it seemed the safest thing to do.