Gabriel had stretched out, lying against his pack, and was dozing a bit while. In this kind of place sound carried well, and he kept himself just uncomfortable enough that he wouldn't fall too deeply asleep, so he'd hear her if she got ready to move.

So when she crunched up toward him Gabriel snapped awake, stretched with a yawn, and pushed himself to his feet.

"So you write in that every day, huh?" he asked, just to make conversation, as he hauled his pack up onto his back. When he glanced over at her, she looked ... prickly. There was no other way to describe it. Sorta like a cactus. The image was gone in his next blink.