"'m Kevin," the Prophet man replied, gripping Oriel's hand firmly for a moment before extracting the laptop and notebook. "Need to try and get some of this story..." he began before realizing he was speaking into the bag again. He was going to have to really concentrate on looking at Oriel when he spoke to him; old habits die hard, and Kevin had been bad about eye contact forever. "Sorry. I've got a story to start in on. Any idea if they've got wireless here?" he asked. It seemed to Kevin as though Oriel had been here before.
The laptop beeped as it finished booting, and Kevin's fingers flew as he punched in his login and started to call up a new page to work on. He glanced back at the quill, still lying on the table between them.
"Go both ways with the writing tool, do you?" he asked, nodding at the quill and at the pen hovering near Oriel's lips.