Gideon lowers her arm. Her foot stays propped on the felled tombstone. She's not even sure what she had been expecting. The springing of bones? Some ghastly omen to lift an ominous hand to point her the right way out of this maze from hell so she would leave the boneyard alone?

"Leg day," she supplies, on some level pleased by his assumption she works out. "Which way did you come from?"