[For someone accustomed to skulking around silently in the dark, Gideon has always been disconcertingly bad at not drawing attention to herself. Regardless, she nods. It's not exactly a promise to do better or attempt to conceal something that has always been a straightforward fact of life for her, but it is an indication that she's heard what he's saying, might take it on board.]

Duly noted.

[She says, before continuing on.]

And everyone knows about necromancy where I'm from. Not everyone is born with those abilities obviously, and the Ninth House only has the one, but most other places have plenty of necromancers. Fuck, our God is a necromancer. I guess if you're not from a place like that it must be hard to grasp just how weird it is for me here. The only bone constructs - that's the reanimated skeletons I mentioned - that I've seen walking around the place are Harrow's. My necromancer's. She's here, too.

[She adds, perhaps redundantly.]