Okay so those tiny, dark little eyes and the way they glint at her are decidedly unnerving, but paired with the wave and comical sight of the sunglasses-tower tipping from fish-guy's head into the water, Gideon is already leaning toward 'not a threat'. At the very least, the unusual being in her bath doesn’t seem to be immediately volatile.

"Yo," she says, and waves back. She doesn't come any closer - not yet - but nor does she display any signs of reaching for her sword or running the fuck away. "Where uh...where did you come from?"