Wren doesn't break his gaze, and his look doesn't back down, but it's understanding; he knows all too well that it's easy to judge yourself for crimes you wouldn't judge anyone else for. And vice versa, but that's not Gabe's problem.

"Mira," he echoes. "The girl from the planetarium." He's only met her briefly, but she's sweet: he can imagine her letting someone crash with them. "Let's get you back to them." He holds out a hand. "You don't have to like me, or like this, but I want to make sure you get home."