"You give me a medal, I'll wear it and lie through my teeth that I got it saving a dozen beautiful necromancers, all of them with asses you could bounce a coin off." Gideon stares at the offered hand, trying to decide if it's a trap or not. Probably. It's always a trap. She's a slow learner but she does learn, eventually, maybe. Sometimes.

Getting back to her cabin is what she wants though, so she decides not to learn anything and takes the offered hand to stay upright. "Do people clean up around here? Everything I've seen today says that they don't."