"At least twice a week." She grins, turning what is possibly the most sadsack depressing and pathetic period of her life into a funny little quip. Darcy wasn't around to see Gideon sitting in her mother's alcove asking her questions, or telling her about her day, or saying 'I love you' to the stripped bones that had borne her to the surface of the Ninth. Darcy gets to see Cool Gideon, who has never cried once in her life over some stupid bones. "But the answer's always the same, because nothing gets under her skin."

Gideon leans in, pun delivered with a smug grin, and she lets her glasses slide down the bridge of her nose. She flashes her golden eyes at Darcy to make her swoon. "Brought 'em with me from the other side. Unearthed them myself."