"Wh- oh." She blinks at him as he downs the entire goddamn bottle, refills it, and has a little more on top. Well. That bodes entirely well. She manages a faint smile at the thought of Johnny hurling Gabe's phone across the room, but it's hard to smile about anything right now, what with the haze of drunk and the intense foreboding of whatever he's about to show her.

She stares at the screen, brow furrowed, eyes wide, as the scene plays out horrifyingly - Gabe's wings are huge, and they'd be beautiful except they're so fucked up, oh god, he looks so-

The video ends and she shifts away, putting her face in her hand. She wishes she had both available for the motion.

"What was that," she whispers brokenly through her fingers. "Why did it - how did you-"

She's not sure she should be asking. It rings so familiar with what she experienced, and accounts for his initial reaction, and she wasn't prepared for how affecting it would be to see him like that. Like seeing a felled mythical creature. Something.