[ the team is wonderful. gideon is very fond of her crew. but they are not, by any stretch of the imagination, quiet or tactful. she was expecting this when they walked onto the bridge, but it's still a little overwhelming. there are moments when she finds herself gripping the arm of a chair or the edge of a console tight enough that it bites into her palms. she manages to keep a small smile on throughout the encounter, but it takes some doing.

rip is partially right in his assumption that she would prefer silence to the chaos of the initial explanation and brainstorming session. she very much does want to be away from all that. but at the same time, she's not sure she wants to be alone yet, either. being alone save for her captain is a happy medium.

she gets a salad topped with chicken from the fabricators and sit across from rip. it takes her a moment of fiddling to figure out how the fork feels best in her hand. ]

Of course, [ she echoes him as she stabs at the lettuce. she takes a bite and--pauses. she suddenly understands why mr. rory doesn't like vegetables. but human bodies need them to survive healthily, so she continues eating, though she does crinkle her nose in distaste briefly. ]

If this is to last more than a day, we should speak with Captain Lance about crew quarters as well. [ gideon is going to need a place to sleep, after all. ] Unless I am mistaken, all of the Waverider's bunks are currently occupied, though Ms. Jiwe and Dr. Heywood often spend the night in each other's.