[They both sit there eyeballing each other for a while and Gideon begins to wonder if she ought to make her excuses and leave-- she'd only meant to catch her breath, hadn't been looking for trouble. But backing down and stepping off isn't really something she does, so she's still watching him when he gives his casual answer. And - annoyingly - something in her does relax when she hears he'd been a prisoner of Thorne. The set of her shoulders infinitesimally softens, and she leans in, elbows coming to rest on the disconcertingly sticky tabletop.]

Ohhhhhh. You're one of that lot.

[She says, knowingly now.]

I was in the other group. You know, the ones they decided they wanted.

[There's something in her voice that suggests this latter fact surprises her.]

I bet they're kicking themselves, now.