[ Sign language. That's something he's never even heard of, but he can guess what it is by the name — and it's an intriguing idea. For later, maybe. For now, writing sounds like a great idea. He swiftly plucks up both pen and paper, and just as swiftly turns to hold the sheet against the board and scrawls a quick line in beautiful, looping handwriting: ]

Eshkol is my name. I was going to ask yours, but it seemed a little tricky to gather via gesture.

[ He glances over, dropping one shoulder to allow her to read it. ]