[As a mortal man Gabriel probably ought to be reasonably terrified of the thing sitting across from him, the thing that looks like an energetic and presumably hungry young man; as an impossibly old angel of death, though, that seems like kind of a silly position to take, so he's not flustered.]

If I choke on them... I guess you got it covered,

[he says calmly, as if the thought of an embarrassing death strangled by fried food doesn't bother him. It doesn't, really. He's had worse.]

They didn't give me much choice, you know. [About the looks. This was supposed to be a punishment, after all.] No newer models around. I get by. It drives okay.