'Ill' wasn't the same as 'injured', but since Gabriel hadn't clarified he supposed the answer was to be expected. He'd been trying to be subtle; it wasn't one of his talents, it had to be said. Still, he could guess that although not 'ill', 'injured' was still a possibility--especially as the man had to think about it.

"You're quite welcome," he said, pulling the nearest chair closer and taking a seat himself. That was an interesting turn of phrase--not being used to the balance. Gabriel leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and watching the man with unrestrained interest. "I'm finding it a bit difficult to get used to it myself," he said, and then realised he probably shouldn't have. So he changed the subject, adding, "I'm Gabe. What's your name?"