Gideon startles, one hand moving to the machete’s grip without drawing it. These islands haven’t favored violence so far (Sephiroth’s mirror murder notwithstanding; she’s pretty sure that was the ‘you don’t get it, Griddle’ approach). With people milling about with more or less direction, his approach isn’t truly like the Fourth House’s creeping. The question reminds her of Palamedes. Here and gone again, Sextus.

Gideon hasn’t been hiding her feelings (she hasn’t needed to when practically no one pays attention to them). He’s vaguely familiar in a ‘black anchorites pull together’ kind of way. Harrow’s kind of person. She’s not sure how to react, but she thinks back to the question of whether or not it’s real. Harrow’s not the type to ask. Gideon can handle looking like an idiot.

“What do those fake people behind the windows look like to you?” Gideon asks. It doesn’t answer his question, but his answer will give her the answer to his question. Part of one.