Gareth looked at Feril with dim eyes and pursed lips as he turned away with Sophia on his side, his gut feeling a degree of sinking concern, but he chinned up and sighed as they distanced themselves from Thomas and Feril. "Um... I beg your pardon, but..." His blues darted left, and to the floor in a fleeting blink, then they focused forward on the path ahead of them, Harker awkwardly skittish however comfortable he was with Sophia. This time around, any subject matter worthy of conversation escaped his mind, too scattered. And all the while, he still had no clue, so he stifled out quickly, "Where are your quarters?"