Well, that wasn't a total failure, though it's hardly what she was trying to achieve. Another city on fire. It seems Gabriel has seen as many of those as she has. She tries to get her bearing among the new emotions, tries to discern the relationship he has to the two figures in front of them. There's a strange sort of familiarity with the taller one, distanced but profound, and after a moment she recognizes the feeling - it's not dissimilar to how the Doctor feels about past incarnations of himself. Once she realizes this, the mixture of love and horror for the other man click into place as well; she might almost be looking at the Doctor and the Master. Another of his kind, then, someone particularly close, whom he can't stop loving despite the cruelty in him.

She sighs, not wanting to see this. She has no qualms about smaller minds being laid out in front of her, dipping into them is one of her functions and their emotions and affairs have no significance to her, as a general rule. But Gabriel and her are equals, and she respects him. Not to mention she certainly wouldn't want him to explore her mind while she wasn't in control.

But still, this is progress, he didn't lash out against her and now he's observing the dream, commenting on it rather than being part of the action. She turns her gaze back on the version of him at her side and presses her advantage. "I know, something must be affecting you. If you wake up, you can find out what it is and defend yourself." Before he can object, she goes on. "We were just in Rome, were we not? And now we are here, watching you and your... friend. How?"