Harrow has to roll both of her swollen lips inward and bite on them to control her reaction to Gideon's pathetic whining. Her cheeks are quite flushed in contrast to her otherwise cool and controlled presentation.

"Not while we're walking," she rolls her eyes. She grabs Gideon by the sleeve- a strangely imploring and childish gesture for how in charge she's trying to be- and drags her out into the sterile looking hallway.