Party's brow furrowed slightly--he didn't quite understand the other's words until he glanced over and realized that Gwen was giving the same smirk as Fun Ghoul always did when he was sarcastic. Come to think of it.. If Fun Ghoul were here, he'd probably be trying to charm the leather pants off of this electro-kid.

"It's a gilded one," Party answered. "But a cage is a cage is a fuckin' cage, you don't need neon angels to guide your way there, Tumbleweed." He glanced over and offered the other as much of a smile as he could muster, which wasn't much, and returned his gaze to the road.

"Were you born with it?" He paused. "Your power."