Angels. At any other time, L might have rolled his eyes, or stared at them in stupefied wonder. Now, they didn't have time, and what he felt was a hint of triumph, maybe premature. If what Castiel said was true... it wasn't as if it hadn't come with a demonstration... the tide might have turned definitively in their direction. If not -- they really weren't any worse off than they had been five minutes ago.

"Whether or not you can do anything of that nature," he said to Lloyd, "it looks like we may be in good shape going forward, as long as time doesn't run out. If we're lucky, what we've done to the systems before now might give us some leeway. If not -- we'll have to reassess in the morning. If it comes in the same way that it usually has. I don't know what will happen at dawn."

If it comes and they fall asleep the way they have as long as he's been there, if they're allowed to interact when they wake, if there's any staff to place them in their beds, if they're even allowed to wake up, at this point. If any of the chaos they've caused is reversible by their opponents at all. If it's not, they may need to continue to hold out against what they've unleashed for as long as they can, on the understanding that the other side has to hold out against it, too. But Castiel's abilities would almost certainly make it easier.

He looked over to see how Lana's ankle was doing. She was still quite herself after all, nothing to declare.

"If she can be healed, we can take the flanks, but we can't do much in comparison to Castiel. My bullet didn't stop that cat, and it took several to stop a nurse last night."

After a momentary pause, he turned his attention back to Lloyd. "Are we in any potential danger if Kratos's skills don't work as expected?"

If they were, they'd have to risk it.