Gideon follows readily and without complaint. It’s clear that Harrow doesn’t quite have her bearings either, and she’s more than a little relieved when they are finally shown to a bedroom. She let’s Harrow be her paranoid, control freak self without barb or comment, while she herself inspects the traditional bed-and-cot arrangement.

“Yeah no,” she decides. “Hope you’re ready to fucking snuggle.”