Gabriel had decided to look around a little more. He had already found the kitchen, the library, the garden, some room full of foam, and a variety of other rooms. His mind was starting to adjust to the shifting nature of the TARDIS too. By walking around, he allowed himself to adapt even more so.
The tall, lanky looking humanoid walked with a casual grace. It wasn't obvious by his appearance, that he was in fact an Angel. He was dressed quite oddly in fact. He didn't have a halo, at least in this form, nor did he have wings. This was his mundane, human form. Although to look at his essence, a person would know he wasn't human. He was dressed in a pair of green army trousers, black combat boots, a band t shirt and zip up hoodie, and his long dreads tied back in a ponytail. Yeah, he was an odd looking Angel. He was smoking too. Well, sort of. He had learned how to emulate smoking by watching humans, and he quite enjoyed it. Mostly for the taste.
Turning down into another corridor, he stopped when he noticed someone else was there. Not someone he had spoken to but then again... There were a lot of people he hadn't spoken to yet. Peering at the man's essence pool, he saw that he was at least gifted in some way or another. But there was something else odd about him. Something he couldn't explain. And he looked somewhat distraught too. Confused.
"Hey... you okay there?" he asked, his accent carrying a slight Virginian drawl, tones slightly gravelled.