Well, at least she wasn't scolding him about the incident with Stephanie, that made him happy. He relaxed a bit more as the topics moved along, scratching absent at his hair as they chatted. He liked Storm, a lot. She put up with him well and did not nag at him to sit straight or demand he be less obnoxious. She took him in stride and it made him feel quite good about himself. Now if only she'd pretend to like him, but no, he thought she had a thing for, if not with the big man. Humpf. Just his fuckin' luck.
It was not so much that Gibs could read her, as he could read the energies, the unspoken things which humans often overlooked. It was not the way she sat or the way she held her face, it was the energy she let out. Gibney was primal and clueless about many things, but that very primal way of being was what clued him in to other things.
"Oh..." he frowned as she spoke about losing one of their own. His lips pulled into a thin line, thick brows knitting. "...someun I knew?" He asked almost carefully. "We... did we 'ave a mission I didn' know 'bout?" He wrigged his toes uneasily as he turned it over in his mind.
His nostrils flared and his eyes suddenly went rather wide, just before the knock came to the door. Confusion lit his face as the fur on his back stood on end. Something familiar about that scent, why was it very obviously bad, yet he could not remember it? His heart spiked a moment before he returned to his normal self, he turning rather carefully toward the door, closing both large hands around the back of the chair to try and keep himself calm.