Look alive, huh? To Gwen that meant keeping her gloves off and her hands ready. "Never fried a hamster before," she said, making her way threw the sanctuary, here and then casting a curious look at the futuristic decor. "Bunnies, maybe. The neighbor's dog. I'm just not a pet person."

A little dark humor never hurt anyone.

Gwen rolled her shoulders in a shrug. His name was a little different, sure. And the James Bonding way he clarified it didn't make it any less weird. But who was she to judge on weird? Poster girl, right here. But let's get one thing straight. Her name sure as hell wasn't Tumbleweed, though she'd been called worse things. "I'm Gwen Raiden. You've got a cool little name there, Party Poison. I think we'll get along just fine."