Gideon sits up as she's approached by- wait another cavalier? Or not, because as she gets close, Gideon sees that the woman's got her own eye protection and it's the kind you don't see through. But she's carrying knives and Gideon knows better than to think those are ever just decorative when strapped to someone's hip.

She steadies herself with a hand on the table, turning on the charm and giving the women her most winning smile as she lies through her teeth. "Just celebrating my life with all my closest, dearest friends. Pull up a seat, I'll make one of my great-aunts move over."