Gabriel was minding his own business, frankly. Is that so bad? He had his head down and eyes forward, listening to the flow of conversation around him and nodding along politely. No input was needed, so he stayed quiet.
But then the griffin came and fucked all that up. Now look at them. Some kid's having a fucking panic attack in the corner.
And he's staring
Very
Hard 
At the Irish kid.
He sheathes his sword and shakes his head, sitting back down with a huff.

-

Llewellyn doesn't know what's happening. The evening had been fine. Peachy, even. And then some kid had fallen out of the sky on a huge bird griffin thing. It's all so weird. 
So he stays back, unclaimed yet, with the Hermes kids, and watches things unfold.
There's a guy quietly losing his mind a little bit away. It might be cause for concern, but there are enough people around him that Llewellyn might've just been getting in the way. He stays put.