Gabriel strode into the coffee shop still wrapped in his Warden cloak and with his weapons obscured slightly underneath. On his way over, he had hastily patched up the nasty gash in his forehead. He whistled to the man behind the counter. The few patrons in the shop looked Gabriel up and down, then almost unanimously stood and left the shop. Most of them were small time practitioners who wanted nothing to do with whatever Council business a Warden had here. "Oi, Frankie! I need to make use of your shop as a signatory of the Unseelie Accords. Keep an eye out for troublemakers coming, yeah?"<br/><br/>The New Yorker behind the counter looked over at Gabriel and emitted a world weary sigh. "For fuck's sake man, sit down and have a drink. You like Earl Gray right?" Frankie poured a steaming cup, set it on the table across from Cat, and strode off to close the shop down.<br/><br/>Gabriel peered around the shop for a few moments, eyes strangely disconnected from reality. He'd briefly opened his Wizards sight to ensure there was no magical bugs in the area, then finally sat across from Cat. "That's an interesting look for you." He said casually, before grimacing and looking down at his partially shredded shirt and the cloak barely concealing his skin. "Well, I've no room to talk I suppose."