Thanks to the laws of probability not really applying where either of them is concerned - or at least, consistently taking second place to Sod's law - it does indeed bounce off Gabriel's head on its way down. He glares at it until it levitates up into his hand, not that Dirk is in much of a position to notice that.

"It'd serve you right if I vandalised this, y'know." He isn't going to, he's just going to grumble and do as he's told. And maybe draw a penis in the corner, because archangel or not, he's a twelve year old boy at heart. "There's cameras everywhere, buddy. If you think knowing their exact locations'll give you much in the way of privacy, you can think again."

It's plausible, admittedly, that knowing where all the cameras are might allow for a little more secrecy, but Gabriel's a pessimist, and he enjoys complaining.