He saw things. He couldn't help it, with the way her soul responded to the look, even though he hadn't intended it. He saw a woman with white hair and golden eyes. He saw the death of a robot with a cloth head, cursing her, and the overlay of spikes there was so sharp that there was almost no ambiguity as to the context.

It was just as well she looked away then, because Gabriel wasn't sure he wanted to see more. Not now. Not here.

Her sudden yank helped him shake off the reading, and he stumbled thankfully against the cliff, sinking against it and throwing her an ironic smirk that wasn't quite as steady as it should have been. "Yeah, it's good for turning into a pancake after falling fourteen storeys."