Gabriel's eyes widened as he saw Earl Grey seated in front of a man going through what appeared to be drills. The cat really had no sense of self-preservation.

"Stop!" He jogged over, rewrapping and stuffing the half-eaten chocolate bar in his jeans pocket on the way before scooping up Earl Grey. "I apologise, but my cat's rather curious, you see, and you might have accidentally hit him." It was Duncan McLeod, he noted.

As if to punctuate his point, the young cat mewed plaintively, squirming a little.