That was ... curious. Gabriel had been assuming the Sleepers were all ... well, all just players on the stage of this world Dad had thrown him into. The man's words implied that he'd been yanked from somewhere else too. Gabriel gave the man a sharp, considering look, but it lapsed a split-second later into a grin, pinpointed by a finger at Malcolm.

"I like you. You've got this sense of resisting the obvious. I know people like that where I came from." His eyes flickered aside and he shrugged casually. "Not that I really liked them all that much, but details. "

Particularly since he'd been trying to make them give in to the obvious for most of the time he'd known them. "What's your name, Mr Brit?"