It seemed Gideon had become the ice's next victim, and she spent all of ten seconds ensuring he hadn't broken his neck before she immediately began sniggering. In a matter of moments, all of the laughter she had been holding back suddenly burst out of her, and it took all she had in her not to double over. All the while, she shot the poor man an apologetic look. It was the headbutting that had thrown her over the edge of patient encouragement to uncontrollable giggles, really.

"Yeah, you okay there, Gideon? Didn't break a hip or nothin', did ya?" Isn't that what older people often complained was going to be injured? The query left her smirking, but sincere concern could also be seen in her eyes.

Her gaze flicked to Gus at her commentary, and she nearly snorted. With feigned seriousness, she nodded, "Yeah, just take it slow, and we won't have to ship you off to St. Mungo's or something."