[Libby's trying to cling to anything she can to stay positive right now. And she definitely heard Gabe. Lying on her back with her hands behind her head, she calls out over to the angel and Prefect, sarcastic:]

Yeah, isn't that sweet, Gabe? They're making sure I have something to gaze at longingly just before they kill me. Such compassion.

[Libby may be fake hitting-on-you to distract herself, chubby guy.]