Gil, never a heavy sleeper even in the most comfortable of times, wakes with a start at Kyoni's arrival. In contrast to his friend's reaction, though, the spy's hands go straight to his crossbow. His hat falls from his head as he stands up and trains his weapon on the new arrival. "Better question," he starts, still sore from the recent fey trickery, "how do we know you're who you say you are?"