Gabrielle laughed as she saw Kevin adjusting his hair. She knew she was idolized by many, but Merlin, did MEN want to look like her, too?
"Bonjour, Kev-een," she answered politely, glad to have temporarily avoided more pressing matters. For being an entertainer, it was amazing to Gabrielle how nervous she could get over certain conversations. "I 'ave not been strange," she blinked, "just, ehm... een some vairy obvious troubles, oui?"
That stupid decree was all that seemed to be on her mind for days. Perhaps Kevin would talk about himself, instead, if prompted... but she knew him well enough to realize that he would be concerned about her. "'ow are you?"