"Nope," says Gideon, shaking her head, her red hair falling forward to curtain her eyes before she pushes it back with a hand that's trembling finely. "Not now." It takes great force of will to raise her head and look the Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House in the eyes. It feels like a lot of things have come undone, and Gideon Nav doubts her dexterity to braid them all back together again before she's had a shower and a drink and punched a few walls. "Now you need to change. And sleep. We can do this in the morning."