The Doctor took a look around. Whatever cats remained weren't in their imediate vicinity, at least, and he appreciated that, since he wasn't exactly suited for shooting things, and doubted Gabriel would be up to more of that immediately.

"Well enough," he muttered, letting the rifle fall from his hand to the sand as he scooted closer to Gabriel, giving that cat a shove to try and disloge it. With his shoulder aching, it was a difficult thing to achieve without help, and he dug his feet and knees into the sand to push at the thing with his other shoulder.