"Ooh, gift card!" Gabriel grins, snatches the card, and flips it around to look it over. He probably isn't the best person the TARDIS could have chosen if she's looking for someone to explain the finer points of monetary systems. His particular abilities make it very easy to fudge totals and fake payments. He's perfectly happy to accompany her, though. They've yet to explore any part of the city together, and he'd like to see how she reacts to everyday life in Manhattan.

As she bridges the gap in their mental connection, he meets her to convey his amusement and his fondness for her. He hands the card back and, chuckling, tucks his hands behind his back. "So what you were really praying for was my irreplaceable company."