Gabriel's steely stare followed Alexandria as she moved while keeping the other vampires in the room in his peripherals. Now that he was here, he could smell some familiar scents that aided in confirming his suspicions. "Names. My informant in the mob gave me names of contacts who were instructing them in the construction of ThreeEye. I did some digging and found them to be subsidiaries of your Malvoras." He growled, pulling out the bloodied paper he had been reading the night before.<br/><br/>"Of course, I had suspected you were involved with the sex trafficking that's popped up recently, but have precious little proof of that." He continued, waving aside his suspicions there. "And now that I'm here, I can say for certain that you've got business with the Irish mob. After all, I can still smell Bulger's scent lingering here." His eyes narrowed dangerously at Alexandria, stalking forward with the casual grace of a hunter and making it clear that he was a predator they couldn't handle. "You should know better than to let such things linger given the nature of my mantle and the Hunt I serve in."<br/><br/>Gabriel stopped himself from walking far from Catherine, unwilling to leave reacting to danger to chance. He knew he was swift and savage, but he would be able to do little if he was too far away. The vampires flanking them were very nearly as swift as he was when drawing upon their hunger. "Now tell me, where are the Malvoras. I'm shortly going to lose my patience."