Albedo grasped the journal automatically when it was pressed forward, bringing it towards his chest. He looked up curiously once, before flipping through the pages. He was more willing to see what was actually on them now that he could hold the notebook. He rubbed each page between his fingers before turning it, as if savoring the sensation.

The boy didn't know much about drawing. The man seemed to only sketch people, and there were a few of the same repeated. A girl, mostly. He made a face. Of course. A picture of an alien that resembled the Gnosis he stayed on, analyzing the features. After a period, he realized it didn't matter. Albedo didn't know if it was a Gnosis--he had never seen one face-to-face.

He whipped his head up at the statement, eyes wide. "There's one for me?!" This place was getting better and better. He could deal with decaying copies from the mirror strangling him if things like this were common. And the food was entirely better than at the Yuriev Institute, and what U-TIC grudgingly handed over. There was so much fun to be had here....

Smiling like a child, and not something twisted, Albedo lowered his head to the notebook again, flipping a page. He peered upward. "I'm Albedo."