Gabe watches. Gabe watches and his tongue darts out, the hand vibrating, the sound it makes, and he knows what angle to approach it from now. His life is in danger, too, but Harrison? Harrison is angry. It's a nice feeling, one that tastes vaguely like cinnamon.

He holds up his other hand--not to strike, but to show he's unarmed--and keeps his voice calming, soothing, and to the point. He may not get Harrison, but he can get others. Harrison can lead him to them and, quid pro quo. He speaks:

"Okay, you need to move forward. I get that--me, too. Which is where I can help, Wells--if I can convince you, one of the smartest people alive, that you've known me for years? Thing of what I can convince other people. They've known me all their life, of course they're going to tell me secrets and things that they wouldn't tell anyone else. If I'm a colleague, and I forget my keys, they'll happily let me in to wherever I want to go... And you can just point the direction you want me to walk in."