Gideon plays it cool and does not blurt out 'a hundred??' like an idiot because sure, yes, of course, everyone that isn't the Ninth has more than a hundred people because everywhere else isn't exclusively made up of the oldest people you have seen in your life, three people under the age of forty-five, and a corpsicle that the only other girl your age wants to tongue-kiss. It's fine, Gideon's totally composed and not trying to figure out how many of these 'closer to a hundred than fifty' people are cavaliers or at least armed.

Thankfully the facepaint and glasses are doing a lot of heavy lifting here, so she can keep that cool collected totally-not-sweating expression up. "Mmm. Odd number. Too many to collaborate and not enough to fight."

(Frontline Titties of the Fifth, Issue 582, page 23. Commander Quintus looks out over the seat of Blood of Eden soldiers on the ground of the latest planet meant for the Cohort's necromancers. "Odd number. Too many to collaborate and not enough to fight.")