Oh, right. She sighed quietly, leaning back against Gabriel for a moment before she too glanced to Monty again.
"I'm afraid he's right, darling. This is a bit of a terrible way to find out, but ... well, Gabriel is your Uncle. And I don't mean in the 'this is your Uncle Gabe because I'm seeing him' kind of way."
Nope, in the 'popped out of Angela Petrelli's vagina' kind of way.