Though I may look it, I am not human, Rip. There is nothing I can or have kept private from you before. [ beyond that, he can shut her down and make her self-destruct with three words. 'privacy' is something they've never had. something she, truthfully, doesn't understand the need for. ] Should my opinions change, you will be the first to know.

[ but more important is the other half of the conversation they're having right now. there's an ache in her chest when she sees rip like this. it's concern, and grief, and perhaps a little bit of fear. being without him was--hard. it's something she's not spoken to anyone about, least of all rip. she understands why he made the choices he did, but gideon's not happy about them. and the thought that he may resign, may leave again because he thinks the team doesn't need him...

she's not sure how to deal with that. ]

The team still quite a ways to go. There were many times, much like when we were tracking down Vandal Savage, when things went spectacularly wrong. [ gideon pushes aside her plate for a moment so she can lean over the table and grip her captain's wrist. ] Beyond that, the Waverider is your ship, not Captain Lance's.

[ she pauses, grip tightening just a bit. ] I am yours. Not hers.

[ because gideon is the ship as much as she is anything else. that is how she will likely always see herself, human body or no. and she should get a say in all this. ]