[Okay, so maybe she doesn't need free food. Maybe unlike half the other Summoned here her digs are above the Surly Wench - she liked the name, okay, it reminded her of someone - but it's not the kind of offer anyone with so much as two braincells to rub together ought to be turning down. Besides, spend the majority of your short, sweet life locked up on a backwater planetoid in a cult full of rancid old nuns, and you swiftly learn to love a party. You know, once the overwhelm wears off.

So she's here tonight amidst Summoned both old and new, she drinks and eats and presents a (kinda) friendly face, until finally - late in the evening - Gideon spots a seat beside some chick she's never seen before. Waved over, she accepts the invitation by dropping down into the empty wooden chair and plonking her pint onto the table. Foam sloshes over the lip of the glass, pooling stickily onto the surface beneath it, but she pays it no attention.]

Yeah? [She says, in the wake of the other woman's statement.] Well based on my experience - which is all of like, one year just so you know - becoming a musician is a sure-fire way to pick up babes. They love the whole mysterious, sultry songwriter thing.

[Does she play herself? Fuck, no. She's just been paying attention.]