"You're the boss, Doc." He drawled, accent heavier than usual. He stood and pulled the tattered remnants of a once expensive dress shirt from his torso. Now that it was in full view, the Celtic knotwork tattooing crisscrossed his entire arm and his shoulders, an angry red color on his pale skin.<br/><br/>Gabriel rummaged behind the counter and produced a rudimentary first aid kit. It had all the basic bandages, antiseptics, and the like. He returned to his seat and passed over the kit. He sat with his eyes half-closed, settled on letting Cat have her way and patch him up.