        She blinked for a moment. Did he really just ask that? That line of questioning was something she’d expect a Pony to say, not a Gryphon of the Kingdom. Gilda’s eyes stared at him for a few seconds, letting him stew a bit as he shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. She let her claws rest on top of the stone table that separated them and her talons began to scratch the surface, creating uneven lines in their wake. The recruiter blinked, his feathers ruffling with discomfort before he nodded, eyes silently begging her to stop. 