"Much better. And there's no way you'd kill your liver by beating a punching bag to death." Mai commented nonchalantly to the man as a few short steps were taken into the room, and then over to the mini fridge. Removing two bottles of water, Mai offered one out to Gabriel after taking the path over to the couch the man slumped himself down on. "Care to talk about it?" She asked. If he did wish to discuss what was troubling him, that was good and fine. If not, Mai wasn't going to press him as Watchers were allowed their privacies, after all.