Gabriel looked around the simple room. It was vastly different from his own; it was far emptier. She was different from him, and that was clear. And that was interesting. Perhaps he had already known she was different from him; maybe thats part of why he was so attracted to her. He stood, looking around. The note that Tracer left worried him. But then again, maybe it was just a game. Gabriel was good at figuring people out, and that was a skill he prided himself on. Tracer liked to play games, that much was clear at the shop. And the place wasn't destroyed, which probably meant that the man meant no harm.<br/><br/>He had known that Tracer would come here. In things like this, his adversary was a step ahead of him. The only way to keep moving, while keeping Tracer a step behind, was to not know where he was going himself. But that probably wouldn't work out too well. How had he known that Gabriel and Gwin would be coming there?<br/><br/>He heard a door open behind him, the direction of Gwin's room. She stepped out, carrying herself with more confidence. His eyes, wide, scanned her body. Starting at her legs, he cherished the sight. Black stockings over olive skin, complimented by dar boots. To a short skirt that was teasing to him; in a way, skirts were his weakness. His eyes drift over her chest, his face turning red, until finally he reaches her beautiful face and amber eyes. "Uh..." He began bashfully, shying away from her face by diverting his eyes. "You look nice." He said quickly, a bit quieter than normal and his face turning even more red. He was sitting on the arm of the couch, one of the few pieces of furniture present in the living room. He placed his hands in his lap, turning warm from the embarrassment. He was never good in situations such as these. "Uh...lets find that...er...cat?" He said, his mind believing the statement accidentally perverted, but in reality it wasn't. He was just in a different mind set than normal, and he believed that anything he said would embarrass him.