Will doesn't look up from his bowl of uninspired-looking porridge, but he does shift his weight a little, eyes darting Gabe's way just long enough to figure out how much of his personal space has just been invaded by this newcomer. He readjusts, his mannerisms almost horselike; a prey animal who nevertheless can pack a kick, if he needs to.

"That's me," he replies blankly, staring at the porridge on his raised spoon. "I'm a people person."