Likewise, the hood of Gideon's dust-coloured cloak is pulled up, her own skin largely concealed by what she fondly refers to as her 'anti-incineration gear'. The desert and its blinding brightness, its parched and arid heat, may be familiar to her now, but apparently it's harder to take the Tomb out of the girl than she ever would have believed. Photosensitivity remains a genuine issue.

She would cut a sombre and imposing figure against the backdrop of the desert...if no-one ever heard her talk. As it stands--

"Fuck yeah, I could do with a break. It doesn't matter how much time I spend out here, I always wind up sweating my tits off."