Yeah, it's real easy to think right now. My brain's been bleeding out my nose for three days and I feel like I'm dying. Really not keen to kick that bucket again.

[All sarcasm aside - it's true he's met a remarkable number of people his first few days here alone. He hates having to make this A Thing. It feels perversely like he's spying for Gabriel, and there are so many things wrong with that sentiment.

But, as much as he loathes to admit it, it's not like he has a lot of choices on his hands. Exposing Gabriel might be handy if Sam wants to raise suspicions about him instead - potentially deserved ones, considering the guy's track record - but it wouldn't do a thing about the bigger problem.

Begrudging and reluctant, he concedes with a slow nod.]

Fine. I'll keep an eye out.