Gabriel had mostly avoided going downstairs during the day in order to keep from bumping into someone who wouldn't want to see him. But evening was mostly safe. It allowed him to get himself something to eat, clean up whatever had been left, and actually get outside the four walks of his room. He'd moved to clean out the coffee pot after finishing the dishes that had been left in the sink and was surprised to find that it was still warm.
Who was making coffee at this hour and why? Staring at the liquid, Gabriel swirled the pot around a bit. It didn't look the least bit sludge like since it was fresh, and it hadn't been made by either Petrelli brother. Both a plus as far as Gabriel was concerned. Knicking a cup from the cabinet over the sink, Gabriel poured himself a cup and put the rest back into the maker. Someone else might come down for it later. Someone had to have made it for some reason, after all. He could only hope that it was someone who wouldn't mind him being in the kitchen when they did come to retrieve it.