Staring in a not quite friendly fashion at the corner of the newspaper currently sticking out from under the pile of other things today had thrown at him, Gabe nodded absently. Stupid journalists. They really did not need this trouble now.
It took him a moment to realise that Z was still here, and then he refocused his gaze on her, an eyebrow going up but a smile blooming as well. "Yes, what?" he demanded cheerfully, less stern than he was familiar and friendly.