Initially, Shrieky merely hovered at Gabriel's side, waiting for him to intuitively figure out that he was in the way and that there was a problem with him being in the way, and that he would have to move. After a few minutes of this, and no result, he was forced to begin considering other options. The most tempting solution involved shoving, but he had a feeling that his relative newness to the experience of having legs might put him at something of a disadvantage, should things devolve into any kind of competitive shoving struggle. Sadly, this left him with a far less exciting option.

"You are obstructing my path. Move at once."

Shrieky narrowed his eyes, fixing the figure with a glare. It wasn't really anything personal, he was just defaulting to the assumption that he was dealing with a human here and that being polite would be an undeserved kindness.