Gideon looks her up and down - she's cute, in a kind of Rapunzel-type way, and seems improbably cheerful. "What gave it away?" she asks. "The air of general befuddlement? The fact that someone clearly brought me here and then just—left me, standing around like an idiot? Or—let me guess. If you'd seen me before you'd remember me." She waggles her eyebrows, and hears Harrow's voice—figuratively, unfortunately,¹ not literally, go you're disgusting.

¹ Not she wants Harrow in her head—it should be the other way around, from her limited understanding of Lyctorhood—but right now she'll take anything familiar, even her. Okay, who's she kidding, especially her.