Presumably 'Gabe' is his friend - his magic friend, Raleigh reminds her with a disbelieving scoff - and she tries to smile more completely but is certain she does not succeed. She is reminded, briefly, blazingly, of Pentecost, who took her in and did his best to acclimate her to every staggering shift in her life without being asked or told.

She swallows, her own grief thick in her throat.

"No thank you," she says, not unkindly. "I need to - think about something else, I think."

She forces a measure of lightness into her tone that she does not feel. "Is Gabe your friend?"