"I liked Buffy." He sets off walking. And then he has to laugh again about the tattoo thing. "You're probably not that far off," he says, glancing at his covered arm, "but, I mean, that's pretty much me in the early 2000s anyway, so I might as well own it."

He...makes a noncommittal noise. The Gabriel in his universe is dead...well...'dead'...but he's met a few around here in the multiverse. "I mean...probably not. It sounds kind of like a Gabriel thing to do, but probably not." He leans against the shelter of the bus stop, thinking. "He wouldn't, by any chance, be kind of small, with really expressive eyebrows, light browh hair and eyes, and may or may not have a huge, fake-looking mustache?"