She eyed him a little about the nickname. Not that she was offended; it was strange. It suited her, whether or not she realized it.

She exhaled a breath herself. It seemed especially loud in the silence of the car. "Hey, nothing wrong with being a normal, run-of-the-mill human, sugar." Hell, she'd risked her life for something that made her as close to normal, run-of-the-mill human as she could get. LISA. The memory sprung on her suddenly and she sat up a little straighter in the seat. It hadn't worked in Hell LA. But everyone was making very clear that this wasn't Kansas anymore.

Gwen held out her hand. "Got a watch? Something metal?"