Gibson has found a quiet spot under a side table where he can watch most of the goings on. He has stolen the bowl of pretzels and is crunching them as he scans the crowd.
(As much as he doesn't approve of Abraxas, the virus is in a hilarious predicament.)
Rerezzing all the silly threads | Gibson does what he does best: creep.
(As much as he doesn't approve of Abraxas, the virus is in a hilarious predicament.)