Wow, is Chilton for real? Gabriel can't even tell if the guy is pulling his leg or not with the accusatory tone, watching as the psychiatrist rubs at his throat like it's helping any. The tone of voice should be reserved for things such as families being murdered, or brutal attacks, not idiot moments with a Frisbee.

"Yeah, that's what people do. They throw Frisbee at each other, catch them, and throw them back. Guess you missed that memo."

Seriously, Gabriel doesn't know if he should be amused or exasperated, settling for a mix of both when the mention of a trumpet comes out. "Yep. In the flesh. And for the record, it's a horn. That's what I'm meant to blow when it's the end of the world, or Dad's return, depending on whichever faith you fall under. The more you know, huh?"