Gideon mulls over Lenore's promise as she brings her the hairpins, realises she's quite at a loss as to what she should even ask for. Is loathe to admit that a please and a thank you, and a Gideon you're the absolute best and also very fucking hot is enough to get her to do a dazzling array of things. So for now she just nods her agreement, and after stashing the other tools on her person, reaches to take the hairpins. They seem far to fine a thing to be used for such a rough job, she isn't about to complain.

"Oh Night Mistress, I am a pro at picking locks," she says it with a crooked-pin smile. Fuck knows she's freed herself from many a locked room before, and Lenore and her clan are lucky in that she'd been searched and restrained so thoroughly.