"I don't die so easily," was Gabriel's simple, smirking answer. He wasn't going to let on that he had no idea if that applied here, because he was depressingly human, but at the same time, did it matter? He still knew how to survive, and he'd already died once because he'd ignored those skills. Deliberately, but still.

Although that did say a lot about the man that he expected theft would result in execution.

"About what?" he asked innocently. "About Diamond City, or my 'dreams', or baking or fairy-tales or the Art as Dictated by the Kama Sutra?"