As the walking corpse steps forward, Shrieky retreats a step automatically. He's not afraid exactly? He's just wary of being advanced on, and the tone of the laugh he just heard isn't exactly soothing.

His eyes widen when Gabriel mentions his guts, and without thinking, his hand drops down to cover his abdomen, as if doing so would protect the contents from harm, "If that's the help that you want from me then I rescind my offer!"

His voice has crept up in pitch and volume once more, and now the little old lady behind the counter is watching them closely, waiting to see if there's trouble to come from this.