The grumbling began; he started talking to himself about what he was doing. Strel tended to act strange when he was looking so intensely at a sheet of paper. It was like he was hoping for a clear idea to appear in his head out of the thick chicken scratch handwriting and cross-out marks. His eyes were focused solely on what he was doing, and it didn't do him any good when another newcomer greeted him.
He looked up, very startled. His eyes were wide and the pencil dropped from his fingers. "Don't sneak up on me," Strel stated plainly, picking up his pencil once more, tapping it on his thigh. "But yeah sure, go ahead." His concentration shifted back towards composing when he realized who he was talking to.
"Hey! You've got an imagination right?" he asked eagerly, grinning at Ayita. "Maybe you can help me?"