There was a lot of polysyllabic blabbing going on that Gwen had half the attention span to follow, but she did hear the words Taxon (never heard of it), zoo, and aliens.

The idea of being put in a zoo where people could look at the pretty freak with the electricity shooting from her body did not make her a happy girl. No, it did not make her happy at all.

She smiled, just a little, at the woman's defiance. Her voice was softer. In certain situations (when her client wasn't a complete jackass who needed putting down), her thieving days taught her how important it is to adapt to her client's vibe, like slipping into a costume, making them feel at ease and willing to trust her with whatever they needed done. She was on edge, not to mentioned scared, but some habits were like riding a limousine.

"Sorry, Doc, it's been a long day. Really. You have no idea. Are you from L.A too?" she asked with that tangible note of interest.