"Got it," says Gideon, turning and heading towards the kitchen, padding down the hall in her bare feet and her short shorts and a t-shirt. She might have put more clothes on if it was anyone other than Maeve, but they're beyond that. If they were ever there in the first place. She glances back over her shoulder at Maeve. "He did? That dickwad."

It's clear from her expression that she doesn't really know why that would be a problem, even though she recognises it clearly is.