Harrow knows him? He knows Harrow? He's heard of her? Gideon ignores the comments on snow leeks. They are far far away, blessedly, and irrelevant to their island hopping test of an afterlife. She's not sure what she thinks of this swordsman and her necromancer. He isn't trying to creep onto her territory, is he?

"No, not done," Gideon answers Harrow's question. She flips the machete so the blade guards her forearm, and the grip becomes a blunt force weapon. Fighting is easier than dealing with the confusion of relationships.