Four pairs of eyes linger on you until a woman decides to break the silence.

"Another stray of yours, Gabriel?" Moira speaks at last. She seems disinterested for the most part.

At this, Cassidy's head whips forward with a slight scowl. "Another? You ain't calling me the first, are you?" he asks, only to be met with a raise of a brow from her.

"Shut it, vaquero—unless you want to be in charge of this one," Gabriel grumbles out.

All the while, a cyborg has been watching with quiet intrigue.