[ hey she's not here to judge anybody's choice of outfit, although it seems ill-advised to go around without polymer armor or at least fighting leathers-- but then, necros don't always wear that stuff! being more lightly dressed is their privilege, and also they're usually skinny little twigs that never developed a muscle in their entire lives.

probably the weird stuff he's wearing should have clued her in faster, but what does gideon know about fashion? she's been stuck in the ninth all her life, where the height of fashion was funerary wear and bone accessories and maybe some raggedy lace, if one was feeling adventurous.

she bites her lip anyway, worrying at the paint. could she really be alone here, after nineteen years of wishing harrow and all the rest of them (not you, aiglamene) would disappear? ]

Well, I'm supposed to be babysitting one under pain of death and dishonor if I fail, so I was kind of hoping someone had seen her round. On the other hand, if she wants to fuck off by herself in a strange and hostile environment, that is entirely her stupid privilege.

Is that food? Can I have some?