"Well that doesn't sound good," Maeve answers, the dry tone disguising what she really feels. At least in part, she hopes, because by now she also knows Gideon knows her well enough to have her figured out. The dry, smart-ass remarks are as much armour as her jewelry and her makeup and all the black she wears to make herself appear more intimidating.

"So what?" she asks. "You figured it out and you... sacrificed yourself? To stop someone who wanted to kill a god?" Maeve doesn't believe in god, she doesn't believe in an afterlife or anything like that, and she sure as hell doesn't think a real, physical person can be any sort of god either.