[ There's a binding around his wrist, snapped on despite how Gabe snarled and tried to dart away. The local man who did it just laughed and now he and this man are tied together, unable to escape each other. It takes a moment for the familiarity to cut through the indignity of it all, for Gabe to recognize Noth's shape and voice. ]
Hey. Hey. Focus!
[ Gabe's sunglasses threaten to slide down his nose. He pushes them back up. ]
Lock and Key
Hey. Hey. Focus!
[ Gabe's sunglasses threaten to slide down his nose. He pushes them back up. ]
Focus on my voice.