Everyone here. Or at least a significant portion of the people here. Gabe had been talking about specific individuals, but as he opened his mouth to clarify he realised that the point was moot; Michael still guarded the Garden Coast, which meant that there was no way Lucifer could have taken anyone from Taubolt, and therefore no one Gabriel knew.

Exhaling slowly, Gabe sank back down again, the frown more pronounced this time. Lucifer can't have taken anyone from Taubolt, but Taubolt wasn't the only place with people of the blood. He could have kidnapped them instead, for revenge in lieu of Joby and Merlin themselves. And all of the abilities Barnaby had described were within the realm of possibility for the ancients' descendants to have. The Archangel studied Barnaby quietly for a moment as the man spoke, his regard still and intense to the exclusion of all else around him.

"Yes," he murmured a little distractedly without breaking his gaze, replying automatically but without considering his words. "That would be just like him." Then, abruptly, Gabriel blinked, realised what he was doing, and his focus dissolved into chagrined apology. "Forgive me. I'm ... familiar with such skills. I--" He hesitated for a moment before realising that if Michael could pretend to be an empowered being still less than he was, so could Gabriel, and finished, "I have some myself."