Nodding in response to the question, Gabriel laughed. "That obvious?" he asked, shifting the pack on his back to show that he was only teasing. His attention was quickly caught by the tent behind the lady as she explained her role, his eyes widening a fraction. "How high is high?" he asked, eyes flickering between the tent - The Hanged Man - and the arealist stretching out in front of him. He was already very impressed.
It was nice to have a name to match to a face. Holding an eager hand out, Gabriel nodded. "Isla," he repeated, smiling at the sound of it on his tongue. It was a pretty name. "It's nice to meet you, Isla. I'm Gabriel."