Mr. Petrelli's explanation was shocking at first, then she turned her expression to the one hovering over her. Gabriel. Her eyebrows were up as much as she could manage to lift them. Completely expressing that look that most likely, Gabriel knew oh so well by now. There was a slight edge to it as if to say 'You had best explain this now.'

How she was managing to stay conscious, she had no idea. Perhaps it was her mind was buzzing so much with worry that even though her body demanded it, she wouldn't give in. Her eyes dropped to Gabriel's hands, covered in her blood, and watched the slow rubbing. She then looked up at him and raised both of her hands. One went to his lower arm, gently resting on top of it, while the other covered his hands. She of course still expected an explanation eventually, but it could wait now. Her eyes went back to Mr. Petrelli to motion to the bottom of the refrigerator before looking back at Gabriel.

"...Gabriel." It took her some effort but she managed to get his name out softly in an attempt to try and be some sort of comfort.