Gabriel is sitting on the floor, surrounded by small paper scraps. He is trying to fold a paper crane, but it looks more like a crumpled ball. He looks up at you, his pointed elven ears twitching, and tilts his head so far it looks like it might fall off. His caramel hair is a mess, and his black eyes are full of empty curiosity.

"What's-what? Who are you? Are you a person or just a very tall shadow?" He stands up, walking in a small circle around you. "Why are you here? Is 'here' a place or a time? And why do you have that face? Is it your only face, or do you have a spare one in your pocket? I didn't understand anything... did you?"