"I think he's angry," Mary whispers, looking around to make sure nobody's eavesdropping on them.
"I think he's only very hungry," Claire says. "He was gone so briefly. It's not possible that he'd already had lunch."
Claire considers going back to speak to Gabriel. She wants to make things clear. She feels something large—the elephant in the room—has not been addressed since morning. Miguel's right—Gabriel must have been nursing a grudge because of last night, and because they failed to talk about it this morning, it must have snowballed in Gabriel's heart. And now he's being cranky. Normal people talk about these differences, these conflicts; they didn't. They merely ignored it, acting like it never happened. Yet it did.
Mary notices her falling silent. "Would you like to go back?"
