[She never would have remarked upon it, but there's something in the brief press of his shoulder against hers that feels like warm camaraderie, the kind of shit she'd been dreaming she'd find when she finally escaped to the Cohort. Dicking about with comrades in arms instead of slinking around a mausoleum like some sort of unwanted animal. It melts a sliver of the ice that had begun to lance through her heart, and she might have started to get annoyed with herself for entertaining so sappy a feeling if she hadn't been entirely distracted by the goats. Alucard keeps walking and he's right at the pen door, which leaves Gideon staring at him wide eyed and lips slightly parted around a frankly comical 'oh' of both caution and delight.]

What, you mean like, we can go in there? And touch them?

[She sounds just a little breathy until she thinks to stop and clear her throat. Ahem.]

What if we accidentally hurt them? Do they bite? What if they hurt us? Do they like it if we pet them?

[So many questions and so little time.]