A million things raced through Gil's head. First and foremost, he was rather confused. Sure, being a biologist, he knew HOW it had happened. But he couldn't comprehend it fully. "When were you-" he paused, trying to think how he was going to word what he was trying to say.
"Were you going to tell me?" he asked, finally, kicking the papers he'd dropped- mostly notes on Warrick's case from Ecklie- out of his way, should he choose to walk closer to her.