As she turned, the young woman didn't look very guilty; she practically seemed delighted to be caught just for the chance to ask her question; Gideon fixed her with a flat look. The only reason he didn't tell her to leave was his still-there respect for her connections to Safrin, but that would not take her endlessly far.
"It is a graveyard. We keep it locked to keep it peaceful - the people buried there were promised they would not be disturbed, and I take that promise seriously." Basically: she wasn't going to get in. Gideon walked up to the gate, placed his things down by it and fiddled with a ring of keys in his hands. "If you need something, you can wait up in the temple until I'm done. I shouldn't be more than twenty minutes."
He found the right key, then paused and leaned against the wall, looking her over. "Not that you need my help. It seems you know Safrin very well."
"It is a graveyard. We keep it locked to keep it peaceful - the people buried there were promised they would not be disturbed, and I take that promise seriously." Basically: she wasn't going to get in. Gideon walked up to the gate, placed his things down by it and fiddled with a ring of keys in his hands. "If you need something, you can wait up in the temple until I'm done. I shouldn't be more than twenty minutes."
He found the right key, then paused and leaned against the wall, looking her over. "Not that you need my help. It seems you know Safrin very well."
GIDEON
You claim to be virtuous, but you're a liar
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
And you'll feel the heat of the flames
