Re-l pushed the door open, and stepped inside. Part of her was glad he had said yes, but she didn't want to think about that, and besides, it was buried under the sense of wrongness that pervaded her consciousness. As a detective Re-l had gotten into the habit of relying on her instinct. It was honed to detect the subtle mistakes evident when a crime is committed or a lie concealed. Neither of those were the case right now, but her sensor was still going off.

The caravan was messy in a way she had never seen it before, in a way that didn't match with Gabriel's personality. He could be slap-dash, certainly, but he kept his own space tidy. Now there was spilled flour on the counter and fragments of china on the floor.

Worry swallowed her, and she put a hand on the kitten to stop it from jumping off her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" She kept her voice cold and distant. She had promised she wouldn't get involved.