Gabriel had been... well, himself moments before. Confronted by Arashi, he becomes all Hunter, hands where he can reach his weapon, stance ready for a fight. "Don't you threaten me. This is bullshit, we're leaving."

Harvestman twists halfway out of his seat, torn between putting himself between the two or deciding if that was just going to make it worse. Martín solves the problem for him, slamming his fist on the table hard enough to dent it.

"Ay dios mio, Everybody sit down and shut up! Harvestman wouldn't bring us here just to bullshit us, eh? Calm down, Gabe. Just 'cause you don't notice don't mean we didn't."

Gabriel steps back, forcibly relaxing his stance. His focus shifts from the stricken face of Harvestman to the angry one of Martín. "What?"

"You think a guy who beats his boyfriend won't hurt other people? You're smarter than that. We're all smarter than that. Meireya and me, when Monty told us he saw the boss hurt him, hurt him, you know - " Obviously reluctant to describe it, Martín curls his fingers into claws and pressed them against his neck. "He didn't do that 'cause he had to, he did that to intimidate the last guy Harvestman was with. That ain't right, you know? So we pay attention."

"Monty didn't tell me - "

"Monty told you last. You're his second, he didn't know. And we learn things, alright? People do things for Brisbane, things they don't do for anybody else. He gets people to listen. It's unnatural, alright? I used to be a magic user, Meireya still is, we can tell."

Gabriel rubs his forehead, looking pained.