[It's just as Harrow begins to stalk off like a particularly dextrous spider that Gideon makes her return. She'd only dawdled a little in the tavern, just long enough for casual flirtation with the cute, freckled barmaid who had subsequently given her what she was asking for at no cost. She slides back into the alley with one hand shoved into her pocket, the other curled around a heel of bread. A heel of bread that she sure as hell happens to be chowing down on.
A glance around leaves her momentarily confused, with Ciri out of sight and Harrow vanishing off in the opposite direction.]
The fuck?
[She declares around a mouthful of bread.]
I leave for five minutes and you all fuck off without me!
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A glance around leaves her momentarily confused, with Ciri out of sight and Harrow vanishing off in the opposite direction.]
The fuck?
[She declares around a mouthful of bread.]
I leave for five minutes and you all fuck off without me!