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It didn't appear that the stranger wanted any trouble. Let alone be bothered at all. After having met so many wolves, Gil had gotten good at reading expressions, body language, the subtle changes that revealed what others hoped to hide. He can see it now as the other doesn't particularly want to converse, responding to him in a different language, a shrug that means to slough him off rather than invite him for more conversation. While the man isn't trespassing, the wreckage clearly not a part of what Gilgamesh claimed as his own, he still wasn't particularly fond of loners this close to the isle.

"If you're lookin' for a place to stay, I can point you in the right direction," Gil offers, his eyes scanning from the man to the wreckage that he appears to be exploring. Was he really thinking of resting here? In this waterlogged, crab infested boat that was sure to crash at any moment given how rotten the wood appeared. Plus, he wanted to see if the man would bite. It wouldn't hurt to recruit some more bodies into the pack, especially big, bulky, and strong ones that could help out in raids.