Again, not one to judge because she'd gotten one too many looks because of the leather thing, not to mention the obvious, but Gwen couldn't help but ask. "What's up with the Phantom of the Opera? Going all secret identity a part of your big plan too?"

There's a slight tone of mocking there, but it's not mean-spirited. She's a little amused, and coupled with this guy's serious paranoia issues, Gwen can't even imagine all the puzzles pieces that need to come together to figure this one out.

They were back where they started, and Gwen was eager to figure out the nooks and crannies of this place. When the car slowed, she didn't move to get out. Yet. It was smart to be cautious. She got that. But his rant shed a lot of light on his whole Beware of the Man campaign, and she just couldn't let it go. "Call me crazy, but something tells me you know a lot about that stuff," she said. "This grassy knoll, conspiracy thing. Am I warm?"