On Trico's perch, there appears to be somebody else, a brown haired and brown eyed nineteen year old boy wearing rather... Colorful clothes, but rather kneeling on the perch, he's situated on the larger end of the hammer, both feet strongly planted on the mottled surface of the war hammer as he balances in an awkward squat. He looks down at Trico with a frown, resting both his forearms on his knees as he takes notice of the crazy brooding lesbian to his right. "Hey." he says silently to get her attention "Get your own spot." Atlas then requests.
Gideon takes notice of the two people, and looks up to Atlas "Did you find somebody as strange as you?" he questions loudly with low, tired sigh, as if that's a bad thing.