"Gideon Nav. Cohort, not Niner." She looks at his hand, and back up to him. He's looking at her like she should be doing something, but she doesn't know what to do with it, and a necromancer extending a hand to her feels like the start of some sort of skeleton uprising that ends with her facedown in the dirt, and that assumption scratches something unpleasant in the back of her brain.

"Look, are you threatening me? Because I'm just warning you, it would take me one good kick to knock you flat on your goddamn librarian ass."