"Tea I can do," says Gideon, grabbing two mugs from the shelf over the kettle. She nudges a caddy of individually wrapped teabags down the counter towards Pal, so that he can pick a flavour that appeals as she unwraps her own breakfast tea and drops it into her cup. "You get the hang of it pretty quickly actually." She looks down at herself, the way she's dressed. She can only imagine how pissed off Harrow would be if she could see her.