[ while in the context of this conversation she means it in terms of being his because she is the ship, she also means 'i am yours' in all those ways rip can't help but think of. and she's not unaware of the implications of what she said. it's because of those that she leaves her one hand gripping rip's wrist as she eats with the other. and it's likely because of those that she feels such a rush of relief when he says he won't resign. at least not yet.

gideon makes a note to herself that the time she's being given to sort out this body problem should also be used to convince the captain to stay. and to enlist help from the crew in this endeavor. and, perhaps, to erase all her old records of ship transfer forms. they're really more of a formality now that the time masters are gone, but it'll make her feel better to know that even if he leaves, the waverider will still be rip's. ]

I'm glad you think so, Captain. [ the form of address is deliberate there as much as it is familiar.

the matter having been settled (for now) gideon goes quiet as she finishes her salad. still holding onto rip's wrist all the while. the quiet makes it easier for her to gather her thoughts. about this whole leaving business. about her captain in general. about her new body and everything that comes along with it.

she slides her wrist out of rip's grasp, but only so she can run her fingers over the lines and callouses on his palm. ] Whatever it is that's caused this new development, I'm glad it's given me the opportunity to do this. [ to touch him. to relate to him on a level she never could have before. ]