Shrieky props his elbow on the table, resting his cheek against his hand thoughtfully. Reaching forward, he taps his fingers against the table, in front of the first card, "You said it means transformation?"

His expression is a touch more somber now, as it has finally occurred to him that there is another fairly major change which he's recently undergone. Thinking about it makes him shift his hand from his cheek to the side of his neck, and scrape his nails uncomfortably across the scar tissue which had once been his gills.

His gaze shifts onto the next card with interest as she describes it. It sounds... good. Probably unrealistically optimistic, if he's completely honest. He tilts his head, studying the new card ponderously. "Were you born here?" He asks, declining to give any warning or explanation for the inquiry.