Gwin does her best to help Gabriel through the tiny maze of stairs.  She is very concerned about his blood loss.  She keeps up encouraging chatter as they go.  "You're doing great."  "Just a little further."  "Jenny must have something waiting for us at the roof, we're almost there."  They burst out there.  So intent is she on Gabriel that Gwin does not see Luke and the hovering aircraft hides his voice.  It isn't until they are seated and taking off that she sees him.  She looks around and sees thing coming in at them, seeking something other than the tea and dumplings Luke wishes upon them.<br/><br/>As Gabriel calls her forward, she goes to him.  She lets him speak but then interrupts his nervous chatter.  "Gabriel... There is a man... on that roof!  We can't leave him! PLease... He can have my seat."  Her eyes implor him in a way that only accentuates her voice.  All the while she begins to look at his arm.  There is metal still in it.  She begins to take a stock of what in the vehicle.  Looking for something to help him.<br/><br/>"What do you mean we won't be together by morning?"  She begins to think he is worried about dying, about them both dying.  "Gabriel, don't leave me."  Her voice is almost a pathetic whine as she bites back tears.  The past day, for all its nightmares has been the first day in a long time she felt alive.  She felt worth something.  Most of that had to do with Gabriel.  Those softly glowing blue eyes and that awkward blush when she stepped from the shower.  The thought of her old life worst torture than almost anything else, she fights against separation from him.  "Please, don't leave."