Gabriel makes a half-growl, glaring at Shrieky with his empty eyesockets. The little old lady's look is completely ignored, and he takes a step forward into the offending man's space. There's a rather strong odor of rotted flesh and embalming fluid, enhanced by the fact that he was ripping his cheeks in anger. A cockroach falls out from the hood, apparently ditching its hiding place due to sheer survival instinct.

"Shut your fucking mouth. I don't care what you are, but if you give me trouble, I will tear you open and strangle you with your own bowels."

The sound of that man's voice was irritating enough. Gabriel didn't need problems to go with it. Still holding his CiD, the walking corpse sticks his other bone-fingered hand in his pocket. Keeping his daggers strapped to his legs, the rogue knew he could incapacitate this idiot and stealth away. But that was a last resort.