Gideon took his eyes off of Andrew and looked back over at Amy, calmly replying.

"Word to the wise from my experience is to fully trust nobody in The Zone. But he seems harmless enough, if a bit jumpy for whatever reason. That's his business, I certainly don't know anything about him."

Absently, he put his glass down besides him and scratched the back of his neck with his right hand, using his left to simply check that the stock of his shotgun was within reach before letting go and returning his hands to the table. It was a nervous reflex, he knew Max didn't tolerate shoot-outs nor did he intend to shoot anyone here, but it was a way of reassuring himself that he stuff was still where he left it and that he could draw something out quickly if need be.