Gabriel scrambles back into sitting position with enough speed to make his head spin, completely stunned into a lack of further movement by the sight of.... That. His kneejerk response is to go in after her and beat the tar out of whatever the hell thought that was a good idea, but it's closed just as he thinks about making a move.

And then all is quiet in the theater again and, for a moment, all he can do is stare.

And then he shouts at the ceiling with enough fervor to echo in the empty theater, "Son of a bitch."