The idea that people would refuse to share such vital information with everyone for the greater good is completely and utterly foreign to Gordin; it's enough to make his frown deepen at the thought.
...Not that Altea has many mages; a weakness it might be, but it keeps the kingdom blessedly free from the in-fighting that comes with a great number of the academic sort.
"...I wonder if they can't be persuaded. It's a tragedy either way, that someone does know and sees fit to hide it. But if--"

He rubs his chin thoughtfully, trying to look smart and probably failing a little. "If we're not here of our own will, not sharing the information definitely keeps us here longer. How sneaky...At least there are signs of progress though! I find that helps work go faster when you can see the end approaching."
Six months...Well, wars are longer. Six months or more of peace in return for generating energy for this weird little city is something he can do, if it doesn't seem so totally futile. With that thought in mind, he follows Ramza's finger and smiles at the ferris wheel; even if he has no clue of what it's for, it's certainly a pretty sight and more than a little hopeful.

He's still staring into lit-up, rotating nothingness when the reminder of his failure to introduce himself politely jerks him from his stupor. Never has a handshake been reciprocated so enthusiastically, he's sure. "Ah-- forgive my manners! It's a pleasure Ramza Beoulve; I'm Gordin, of Altea! I really appreciate your helping me so much in gaining my bearings, might I add?"