Gabriel has half a mind to dodge the hand that he knows is snapping in his direction, but he doesn't, and when the shirt is ripped off his head, it almost looks like it explodes into a cloud of smoke. He growls, tilting his head away as far as he can until he's basically pressing himself against the wall.

The mask sits on the bed next to him, about an arm's length away. He could make a grab for it...

"Yeah, this is way better," he drawls, the smoke starting to slowly dissipate. It starts with his smirk, bitter and cracked with multiple scars. The evidence of the damage is all the thin, stretch over and scarred skin covering half of his face (or at least what's currently visible of it). His skin is no longer that dark, healthy brown but ashen and dry on top of everything else.

The smoke seems to be stubbornly taking its time with the reveal though.