"Checking for bone traps," she says in an answer that's not an actual answer, even though she doesn't know how she'll explain the intense paranoia that had sprung forward to create a jackhammer in her chest upon coming across the graveyard.

Well, nothing to do now but commit. Gideon looks away, digging the heel of her boot into the dirt a foot or so in front of the stone.

"Who're you?"