Owen leaned over to sedate Mohinder while Jack told the tale, keeping his eyes on the vitals and leaning over to make sure both Sam and Peter were also doing fine. Peter seemed fine, but his heart rate was worrying calm for a man in his situation. And Sam? Well, he knew the man could take a sedation but he was still a little wonky vitals wise. He should really of been resting up.

And yet, Owen had to prepare him yet another sedative.

"Don't piss Sam off, he's still defrosting," Owen chipped in, not wanting to throw anything at a man who could potentially keel over.

That and he still didn't understand the angel thing so hearing about it was always weird. Always.

"It's strange, isn't it? This job was described to me as fighting aliens, no one ever mentioned demons and angels. If they had, I don't know what I'd of said," Peter said in mild interest. Then, entirely unexpectedly, he opened his car door wide and moved to undo his seat belt.