It's a bird, it's a plane, it a guy in spandex landing on the roof. Gabriel, dressed as Superman, skids to a stop over the small layer of gravel covering the roof and pauses, for dramatic effect, with his hands on his hips and cape blowing in the nonexistant breeze.

"Greetings!" he booms, then addresses Johnny with a small lift of his eyebrow and an expression that's attempting detached concern but more or less slides into amusement the longer he tries to hold it. "Run into some trouble, lad?"

Finally, he grins and takes a few steps closer, then sits down next to Johnny on the roof. Normally he'd chide him for the cigarette, but let him do what he likes in a dream. Kind of goes with the whole hot punk thing, anyway. "Maybe you'd like to." He waggles his eyebrows. "I like the look. You know I like the pants, but I think the whole thing's doin it for me."