"It might be around here somewhere. Seems to be some sort of pencil pusher paradise, anyway. All beige-walled government buildings look the same." He surveys a the wall beside him with some trepidation before he leans against it. He doesn't trust anything here. "I only mention the labyrinth because there are dimensions shifting allll over the place here. You can't feel that?" He raises his eyebrows at Peter, but he didn't really expect Peter to be able to feel it. Dream rules, though, ya never know. "I doubt there's a straight way to anything here."

So, that's a yes to avoiding talking about Gabriel being a drunken annoyance. Up until it's beneficial for him to bring it up, of course.