"Oh.  God." Gideon's stomach lurches sickly, her lunch threatening to make a reappearance and she turns on her heel and heads to the bathroom, grabbing the things that Sextus asked for.  "I'll do it," she says, when she comes back.  "Shave her head, I mean." She isn't likely to be that useful once Harrow's brain is open to the air, so she might as well pull her weight now.  "All of it, or...?"