Gabriel rushed to grab the towel, praying several hail Mary's in his head. Mary. Had the birth of his dear Lord been this... bodily?! Well that was a different perspective on the Holy Virgin.. There was no time to reflect on it. Gabriel placed the towel where she had instructed, but already the baby was coming. The young, sheltered priest was staring straight at her.... female bit... and at a baby pushing his way through it. He wanted to take it, but even in her state, she was more confident than Gabriel, whose hands were shaking, and she took the child, before he could do anything. It was all so... bloody... "What do I do...?" he asked, for he had already forgotten the rest of her instructions. His brain had shut down altogether.