Gideon is lying on her back, arms folded beneath her head, when she hears the approach of footsteps. She tips her head back slow as Lenore strides in, all the lines of her body affecting disinterest as she regards her visitors from this inverted position. In truth, she's bored out of her fucking mind, and the presence of someone else in her cage - odious captor or otherwise - at least provides her with some mild relief. Until the cuffs are mentioned, anyway. She visibly bristles then, and her eyes go hard and sharp in a way that makes her look decidedly threatening, despite that her position on the ground hasn't changed.

"Yeah well, maybe they fucking should be," she says, lip curled in a way that she knows makes her look feral. She supposes she could protest, or refuse to co-operate. She's been left in this stinking cage for long enough that the smell and the dirt no longer register to her. But...it would suck a tiny bit less if the place was clean.

"Get on with it, then," she huffs a sigh, as though all of this is no more than a minor inconvenience, and rolls onto her front. Ignoring the protest of her stiff and aching muscles, she herself up to sit, "you've made me lose count of the ceiling stones and I'm gonna have to start aaaaall over again."