Gabe's eyes briefly caught on the bit of skin flashing at Jack's hip where his sweatpants were getting pulled down, before his attention was mercifully redirected by the disappearance of said skin once Jack removed the glue from his pocket. Seriously, man, pull yourself together.
Easier said then done, and it wasn't just the shameless show of skin that was distracting about Jack, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was about him. He felt oddly flustered, but maybe that was just the heat (it was seriously warm inside Jack's apartment, Gabe was already sweating inside his leather jacket). Could also have been due to the affects of straightening up too quickly from his stooped position over one part of the maze where he'd been admiring it, he did feel a little dizzy like he'd just had a major head rush. Yeah, that was definitely it.
Whether it was the indignant humph of the dog in question or Jack's infectiously crooked smile, Gabe felt himself breaking into an involuntary grin of his own as Jack stepped toward him with his hand out. Thank god Gabe at least had enough brain cells not to just stand there staring at the man's outstretched hand, he took it immediately in a firm grip that hopefully didn't betray the nervous flutterings his stomach was doing. "Gabe Martinez." At least he could remember his own name, that had to mean he hadn't suffered from any permanent brain damage, either from the car crash or the unexpected mental image of Jack in his underwear.
Glancing over at Matt who was still peering out the windows (it seemed to have completely slipped Gabe's mind somewhere between the front door and the elaborate cardboard maze that they'd just been in a race to take shelter from the enemy), Gabe dropped his hand and scratched at the back of his neck, almost immediately wincing when he remembered with a twinge of pain that not so long ago they'd been in a car wreck.
"Mission went sideways. Had to get creative about driving down the face of a hill to lose our tail and, uh, crashed pretty hard into some bushes." Gabe didn't know how he looked, but if he looked anything like Matt did, they definitely looked like they'd just been through something involving a high speed impact. He knew all too well it wasn't something you could control, but looking at the current state of his friend, Gabe felt a little bad that he couldn't have made it a softer landing.
"We weren't followed. Hope it's cool that we're here." Gabe said they weren't followed with a confidence that one might argue was misplaced given the uncertain circumstances but it wasn't himself he was sure of, it was Matt. He knew Matt would never have led them here if he thought they'd been tailed this far. He had faith in this friend.
Weird how he still felt dizzy even after he'd stood up. That kind of head rush wasn't supposed to last this long, right? Gabe vaguely noted a spike of pain that seemed to be centered in a spot on his head, maybe a bump or a bruise or... oh, shit. More of that drunken recall, Gabe suddenly remembered hitting his head on the steering wheel when they'd crashed. He'd hit it pretty hard. Now that the adrenaline of trying to find shelter before they were caught was slowly leaving his body, all that seemed to be left behind was the pain and disorientation. "Hey, is there, like, a chair in here? Or somewhere in the fort I can sit? Feeling a little..." Gabe glanced around, dazed. The dizziness was worse.