Raphael had made a quick count of heads, but finding not just Lucifer but Gabriel there had left him stunned enough he hadn't pounced on either of them. Anna and Castiel where just more news, neither entirely welcome. When Lucifer became more welcome than a once respected commander...well. But Raphael hadn't taken to being the only archangel left well.

At Lucifer's arrival, Raphael partly turned, shoulder rolled down and forward, a movement suggesting that where he to manifest his wings, he'd be looking at Lucifer over the top of them, head only slightly cocked. Studying. The vessel gave a basic timeline, which was useful.

And infuriating, not that he didn't force that emotion away.

"Lucifer." Raphael's tone is more curious than neutral, jaw tensed in unease. "There is only one plus one I'd bring."