“Mmmrggph” Gideon agrees. She watches Harrow get off of her, and sits up herself. She doesn’t wince, her breath doesn’t catch, but Harrow may still spot the pain by the way her eyes narrow just slightly. Still, she’s been laying on her back in a morgue for way too long. She’s over it. Slowly, she swing her legs off the slab. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”