Something wasn't right--well, that was plainly obvious enough as it was, but the angel had more wrong about him than just simply being tossed about a bit. Malcolm had a bit of field medicine under his belt, but there wasn't much that could be done for something like blindness.

He moved closer, slowly, and gave what he hoped was a more calming chuckle. "Unfortunately, a few times. It's a danger one faces when one habitually works with weaponry." A hand slipped onto Gabriel's shoulder. The other hand gave an experimental wave before his face, just to make sure there wasn't any recognition of movement of any sort. "Whatever blew up in yours caused quite the disturbance. I would have sworn I was going to come upon this street and find no street left."