Gabriel cringed upon hearing the man's language. Even the woman turned around to look. But when he saw her face, he was more concerned with her than with the old man, who seemed angry about merely being here. The young priest got up, and with his rosary dangling from one hand, he made his way over to the woman, stopping at a distance where she could hear him, but he didn't feel he invaded her space. "Are you alright ma'm? Do you need...?" But then he noticed the blood dripping from her hand. "But you're injured..." He approached now and held out his hand for her to show her palm.