[ It's a good thing that even here, Gideon can't read minds. It'd be hard even for him to keep a straight face if he knew she was thinking about Hannibal Lecter.

He wheels himself back slightly so as better to face her, leaving his drink on the edge of the counter so he can rest his hands on his thighs. (Normally it would be the knees, but--) ]

Dr. Abel Gideon. I'm acquainted with Will Graham and Tattlecrime's Freddie Lounds... only ever read about you in passing, but I find it always nice to truly put a face to the name.