Maybe? Totally. Party resisted the urge to pat himself on the back. Apparently his intuition hadn't left him, and he was still rocking the gut instinct angle of things.

He tilted his head to the side, taking in what she had to say carefully. Past experiences, maybe? "Hey." And his voice was slightly softer this time, as if he wanted to say something else. Perhaps something different, other then the light shrug.

"You've got a Killjoy on your side. That means guano in your world but over in Battery City? That means a lot. You're gonna be fine, Tumbleweed."