“I bet she will, and I wish you all the luck in the world surviving that encounter, bud,” Gabriel chuckled. “Ghost or not.”At Ash’s question, the trickster just kept smiling. “Safe? Absolutely not. Wouldn’t be fun otherwise.” It was always funnier to keep them guessing.
Grinning, Ash shrugged. “Oh I wouldn’t worry about me. Been dealin’ with that girl for longer than I care to count. Ain’t nothin’ new she can throw at me now.”
Ash raised his eyebrows at the man’s dismissive reply. “Not really my idea of fun, but to each his own I suppose. Myself, I find it a little creepy wanderin’ around out here. I guess I just haven’t had time to adjust yet.”
Gabriel raised a finger to make a point. “Yes, but this is the end of the world. Plenty of things she could throw at you that are probably all kinds of new and exciting.”
“Not like I’ve had time to adjust either,” he added, shrugging and looking around. “But then again when you wake up in an apocalyptic wasteland, best thing to do is roll with it, I say.”