Gideon blinks. "That's different," she protests, "That's a wave. Everybody waves. Stop holding your hand out like that, people are going to think you're doing bone magic at them." That's how it works, right? Hands extended, arms outstretched? She's never seen a necromancer do necromancy in person.

Finally, though, Palamedes throws something at the wall that sticks: at the offer of getting out of here, or at the offer of food, Gideon's demeanor starts to shift.

"Okay. What do you want for it?" And then, instantly, she reaches out and grabs for what he obviously must want. "Are you stuck here? If you show me which way is out, I can get you through the vines."