Gabe hums, cocking his head ever so slightly, and he cycles his tech to a higher sensitivity. He has tricks and he’s got that age old human bluster. Give people something to focus on, certain conclusions to draw, and they will. And most folks take one look at him with his grin and the ink on his hands, and they don’t look much further. It keeps the world nice and simple.

Or it does under better circumstances. Here, things have gone a little strange.

“Always something to be said for free food after walking bare ass naked through the woods,” he observes, grinning. “They’re mighty free with the booze, too.”