Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Dallas/Ronan
[He doesn't see the last message so no reply comes, but moments after the car screeches up in the curb outside the bar there he is, spilling out of the entrance to the hole in the wall with a grimace on his face. It's not the blaring horn that has summoned him; he's got the fingers of one hand tented against his forehand like that might actually do something to combat the hammer-pounding in his skull.]
Would you shut up?! [The shout is drowned out by the horn, but the venom of his hissed words is undoubtedly made clear by the expression on his face. A beat, and then:] You... stole a car? Why the hell would you steal a car?!