[ Gideon raises his eyebrow at her, tilting his head as if trying to determine if she's serious. Not that he really doubts her -- she has a tenacity that reminds him vaguely of Alana Bloom, not to mention the dark hair to match -- but it seems almost absurd to him at this point in time while he's stuck here, phenomenally bedridden. ]

The future will, I'm sure, work itself out when the time comes. No doubts about that, in fact. After all, isn't like I'm going anywhere.