Gabriel is quiet at first, if only because he's focusing on the road for the first five minutes of the trip. Then he's letting the car go on autopilot, and drawing up a light screen in the air in front of him. His fingers fly over the virtual keypad, quick and efficient.

"I will handle things with your government, and with the Methuselah. You will be registered as a Sin-Eater of the Fifth World." He turns his gaze towards the boy. "Is there anything you would like us to pick up for you? I do not think you can stay here anymore."

Official and easy things first. The rest can come once they are both settled.