Gwen frowned, and the gargoyle next to her piped up "COWARD!" which Gwen absolutely didn't disagree with. "What decided who got to be inside and who was made to fight?" Gwen asked, curious. She had a guilty feeling that a family like hers would have ended up inside in a situation like that. She never thought of herself as very rich, but that was clearly her own misconceptions at work. No one who lived in the house she did could be considered anything other than rich, could they? They had a butler and a cook, after all. Even if it was Lady Arista's money and not really theirs.
She shook her head and put her hand on her new friend's shoulder. "That's a lot to deal with. Maybe it would be nice to not have to think about it for a while. Seems like there's a lot of unfair things no matter what world you're in," she mused, letting out a little huff of a sigh.
At Mikasa's description, Gwen rose her eyebrows. "Sounds a bit like my cousin-all the time training, not really having time to have much fun." She stared at her lap, feeling a bit guilty. "You see, growing up we all thought my cousin had the time travel gene. My mum hid the day I was born so that I could have a normal childhood. Which was nice, I'll admit, but it did mean that everyone expected my cousin to be the time traveler and she learned history and etiquette and dancing, and fans and sword fighting...apparently you need all those things and I was 'woefully ignorant' as some of the Guardians said. Including stupid Gideon."
She had promised herself she wouldn't think about him here, but, well, it was a bit hard not to. Stupid bloody Gideon.