People have all types of traditions. For all Gideon knows, removing gloves is like removing ones underwear and flashing in public. So she doesn't comment, though she notices. It'd be damn hard not to notice. Gideon eats her chicken and gives Hawks a look.

"One of those workaholic types," she sighs, "I hope you're better at eating regularly here. Yes, there's so much to do! More than we could ever manage in a lifetime, but this chicken, am I right?"