Balthazar's most recent earthly experience was long enough ago that some packaging may baffle him, too. But he ought to be able to figure things out well enough to refrain from making cajun caper pancakes, at least. He smiles and squeezes Gadreel's hand. "Will do. Back here in forty-five minutes."

They may not be leaving the building, but it's large enough a space that he wants to take precautions. Clambering around the customer service desk, he scans the room again. "...I just hope the place is structurally sound. But we'll see."