One brow quirked, the Doctor squinted at Gabriel, not entirely sure if that was a joke or not. He hoped it was, and the humour did seem to fit the man's personality. With a shake of his head, his gaze scanned the area for any sign of the beast, while also making sure others were aware of the situation.

When a cat appeared, and was quickly shot down by someone, the Doctor almost relaxed. But there were more. Of course it couldn't be that easy. Eyes wide, the Doctor grabbed Gabriel's arm and backed away from where the cats were coming, stopping himself as he realized there could be more in any direction. Pack hunters tended to circle their prey, didn't they? "Are you any good with that thing?" he asked the man, somehow managing a hint of snark rather than fear.