Gabriel followed the blind one and the young girl for a small while, wondering when they would finally stop and enter some building so he could return home and report. Much to his disappointment the blind one had stopped her companion, voicing a warning that they were being followed. Gabriel could not simply retreat, he was more than confident that he could take on these two should conflict arise. No...retreat was not an option now, he had to improvise.<br/><br/>Quickly and silently he descended from the building he had been creeping along, landing in the darkness of an alleyway. He then began to focus the mass into a shape that he could use...a more subtle shape. He remembered the human who had led him to the hideout, Thomas. That pathetic, good-for-nothing human who abandoned all of his comrades to death at his hands, maybe now he would find a use as a form to disguise himself. He knew that the one who led those Hunters to the hideout was blind, but maybe somehow she would recognize the man. Usually a shift into another person's form was a bit more time consuming, but since he had consumed the man's form not even a day ago his body found it rather familiar. He felt his shape change, his hair take on a light brown tone and his body take on a much more lanky shape. He took his trench coat and shirked it off, but pocketed a few of the knives that were in it. He looked at himself in a small puddle and saw the face of a pathetic human being. Focusing for a little bit he tried to remember what that man looked like when he was afraid and mimicked it to a more or less accurate degree. Over his body he hardened his skin by focusing more mass on the outside, especially around the neck and head. If something were to happen he wouldn't want to take any serious damage should this prove to be hard. He then began to shamble out towards the street they were at, purposely hitting cans and stumbling over obstructions to seem helpless.<br/><br/>"HELP!!" he yelled in a coward's voice.