Gwen turns at the sound of a voice, but no visitor stands on a welcome mat to greet her. Just those ugly metal walls. But, you know, she doesn't want to look stupid, so she just rolls with it.

"Excuse me?" She asks in response to the baffling nickname, and then notices the fancy gadget on the pedestal. There's a face of a stranger on it. She walks closer now, eying it warily and not sure if she should take the gloves out and fry it, just to make sure.

"Funny thing, I just came from hell, and it was a lot more fire and brimstone. And not to be rude, but who the hell are you?"