He knows all about the drift bleed. He couldn't eat a fig or an apple without thinking of Eve. She'd loved fruit so much. Gadreel picks up an apple, adding it to his plate and regarding the salads with a curious glance. He'd never considered much in the way of greens, but he picks up a smaller plate of it and adds it to his tray, in addition to a few slices of cheese and nuts. Simple fare, but it was what he preferred.

"Yes. Perhaps that is best that we get to know one another a bit before we drift." Little things they should prepare for, warning signs that they should watch, all of the smaller details that came with a drift. "What would you like to know?"