Oh, that's a great idea! D'you think it's worth going back to the wheel to try and see if we can see anyone? It might be hard to concentrate if we're always spinning, but it might be better than walking blind.
...I just came here to see what it was, after all; we might as well use it if we can. [The arrival spiel had made it pretty clear that this city needed help and that going home wasn't likely for at least a while...Gordin's goals had been more on getting to grips with Sing Song or whatever this place is called, rather than leaving.

And he's curious about why everyone is lining up to get on the stupid hoop, anyway.

The thought that he wouldn't trust Marth with Ryan's life for a second is so beyond his comprehension that he can't help but snort quietly (and look ashamed of himself for snorting at his lord, oops).] I know he's safe under your watch, sire; if I didn't believe that he'd be in good hands, then I'd have come home and hauled him out myself long before now! And obviously I was right on that hunch; his letters are glowing with praise for you and his platoon. Things like, 'Prince Marth is so cool', if I remember right.

[Saying so much heartfelt praise is enough to make him rather self-conscious; it's the last thing that Gordin wants, to alienate Marth with flattery...But he can't help himself when it comes to topics he's passionate about. There's a definite apologetic lilt to his words when he next speaks.] Haha, I'm sorry if I said too much and made you feel uncomfortable. It's true from where i'm standing, so I hope you'll take my words all the same.