[ He leaps off the sofa, cane in hand, poised in a crouch, about to defend himself or flee. Kevin's answer surprises him; he had half-expected this avenging angel to come after him. But it's clear now as ever: the duty to punish sinners is one that was thrust upon Uriel. It's not anything he wants.

Break stands, seemingly wavering between possibilities; and then, lightly, he lands half-sprawled on the improvised sofa, next to Kevin. ]

Executing divine judgment upon me, welll.... it's not your job, you know. I'm not of your world, and none of my crimes were committed in this one. [ Scientist-torturing aside. ] So it's out of your jurisdiction, or something like that.

[ If Kevin needs an excuse, he'll provide him with one. ]