Gideon tilted his head, [i]A faunus?[/i], he figured it wasn't of importance as the boy only gave it a second of thought before disregarding the topic himself. Gideon's eyes followed the pink-haired girl as Priscilla turned and walked away as if he wasn't there. Rude, perhaps? Though it amusing, cute in away, as she stumbled backwards into a girl rather recklessly. She could feel Gideon's eyes follow her as she walked away, a smirk hidden behind his scarf. Regarding Oliver, Gideon turned to face him with narrowed eyes, reminding Oliver of a snake, "I guard caravans, from both grimm and people." Gideon states curtly, though a lot more is going through his mind than what he said. "What was your occupation before you came here?" he asks tiredly. After a few moments it suddenly occurred to Gideon that Priscilla might have fled the scene because of fear as he tasted the regretful dread. Did he do something to her? He didn't think he was overly unkind to her...