The angel is still lying on a rock. Uriel is glaring at him askance from a distance, head resting on a hand.

Angel: Four...five...

Uriel: *sigh*

Uriel: What do you want, Orev?

Zoom in on Orev.

Orev: What, I can't just visit for old times' sake?

Orev: Six, seven...

Uriel (offscreen): You never just visit for old times' sake.

Orev: Eight, nine, ten...

Uriel: Now you're just being obnoxious.

Interspersed are overlaid shots of a lizard venturing forth from behind a cluster of rocks.

Orev: Ten, eleven...

Uriel: You counted ten twice.

Orev: THIRTEEN, fourteen...

Uriel: Do you even know how to be quiet?

Orev: Fifteen...and a half...

Uriel: Okay, okay already! To what do we owe the honor of your presence, oh crafty winged one?

The lizard ducks behind the rocks at the outburst.

Lizard: !