Just because he wasn't as pale as most other people didn't mean there was anything . . . off, exactly.
"Oh," he said, letting the realization dawn on his features as though he were finally understanding, "right. Angel Investigations." Grinning, Gunn stepped around her and moved across the spacious lobby to the counter that had once served as the front desk. Where he and his friends had taken in meals, and calls, where they had all congregated when everyone was around.
Back before they decided it was best to leave him for dead.
Placing his palms against the counter's surface, rubbing them along in small, concentric patterns as if the motions would help him understand all that had gone on in this place he used to think of as home, Gunn tried once again to peek into the office. Didn't look like anyone was home. Turning around, leaving one hand on the desk, he began to walk slowly around to the other side.
"You guys got a big case your working on? I mean, now that I'm around," another glance toward the balcony, "I guess I should be helping out again."