Her pony, really. Gelsey counts backwards from ten in her head, once in Elenic and once in Styric. "...ugh," she says, eloquently, leaning forward and dropping her arms around the Baron's neck. (She feels nobody would like what would happen if they tried to eat her horse. ...even if he's not a warhorse, and that fact makes her so sad, you don't even know.)
She eyes J.C. "Is this Earth? Does anyone know anything?"