Gild furrows her brow. She was expecting him to be mutilated, traumatized, changed... but not quite like that. He's both more healthy and more messed up than she was expecting and she isn't sure how to deal with that.

It would probably be easier to deal with him if he was more hurt.

She crosses his arms, frowning, but right now she isn't going to dignify his reaction by chasing after him. Instead, she looks at Rita, and then the rest of the group. Meanwhile, some of the people from the airship start dropping into the room by rope ladder.

"...Right," she says, carefully. She looks at Rita. "Well, I'm the Gilded Mark. I think we met." Though, she pauses there. "Are you his...? Uh..."

She had no idea that Ignatius had children, what the fuck.