A good question. That very well depends on whether he can confuse long enough to get out of this situation and watch Gabriel's rage unfold via CiD from a very secret, very undisclosed location.

"My name is Shawn. Spencer." His mouth feels a bit dry. He could really use that popsicle right now.

"I'm a psychic. Which, by the way, means my brain is indigestible. It is actually more of a cloud. A raincloud. Thick and heavy and disliked by creatures all throughout the universes. Upon biting lightning may strike you."