[Gallagher]

After his initial call had been uttered, it didn't take him long to take in the quiet scene before him. More specifically, the man that had answered him. Now, as many people as he had had the pleasure of meeting over the years, none that he could remember had been mysterious, slightly creepy, men hiding away under dark clothes in out of the way, unpopulated temples dedicated to whatever sort of diety had been, apparently, forgotten. Strange. He really had to meet more people, if this was the first isolated stranger he knew.

Granted, it could very well have been Gabriel's current physical state that kept him from recalling anyone. He was hardly even aware that he'd taken one of the chairs for himself, though judging from the pain in his leg, he certainly needed it. All of this movement wasn't good.

He watched the cloaked male as he stepped by, making an effort to keep his vision from blurring. "Well," he called after him, not so much as beginning to move, his voice holding just the slightest of wavers that was most certainly from his condition and not any sort of worry, "as kind of an offer as that is, I'm afraid it won't do very much good unless you happen to have a good antivenom back there. It's a funny story, really! I should tell it to you when I don't feel like vomiting."