"Perhaps some clean towels and sheets," Angela suggested quietly, her gaze lingering on Gabriel as confusion flickered across her features. Had he just blushed? Was she imagining things? This soft spoken, sheepish, careful speaker was conflicting quite heavily with the images of a confident, egotistical maniac that were set so firmly in her mind. Pushing that aside, Angela glanced between the two of them before continuing her suggestion. "If someone comes back badly injured, it will be a better idea to have them laying on something clean rather than directly on the floor."
Angela Petrelli was honestly more confused than she had been in a long time right now, and that was saying something about having showed up here. Gabriel was... Well, he certainly wasn't what she had expected him to be. Heidi was being vaguely nice to her, or at least, tolerant of her presence. And she was honestly worried about the well being of someone that, not long after she arrived, would have been happy to see thrown to the sharks.
And amazingly enough, things were still easier here.