Gideon rolls her eyes. "Take a joke, friend," she says. "Mine is as well." When she's not acting as though under a vow of silence, there's usually some amount of commentary. Even in the everyone dies at the end battles. Especially those. No reason to hold back (P.S. it can then be awkward when you live).

She keeps a firm grip and misses the knuckle knives. He's fought, she can tell. In something of length more on the Noniad side of things than quick dueling bouts. Good. Gideon's happy to go all day.