For a moment Maeve can't say anything. She sits there, her rapidly cooling mug of tea held between her hands and all she can do is just look at Gideon. At her friend across the table, sitting there, talking about someone risking her like that without even thinking about it.

"What the fuck?"

It's the only thing she can think to say. She wants to march down the hall to Gideon's room and pull this girl out of the bed and kick her square in the bloody teeth. She doesn't. She stays put, but only because she doesn't think Gideon would want her to do anything.