"Oh, they're not leaking from anywhere," Gabriel assured the man, wincing as he limped after the Doctor. "Just had a giant cat on them for ... how long?" They were still prickling as he walked, but the further he went the more the pin and needles faded into a warm sort of semi-numbness which seemed to indicate they were at least getting better.

His injured arm he held tight to his side, because that most certainly wasn't getting better, but with a practised flick of his wrist the knife slid into his other hand. Just in case. "Let's hope we don't become those people," he said with an ironic smile. "But somehow I think we're on the list."