She flips herself around--a little somersault in the air to unhook herself--and lands her feet on the ground. Unlatching the belt from her waist, she offers Party a slightly apologetic smile. It's not because she just scared the crap out of him and is lucky she didn't just get herself killed. She mistakes his awkwardness for confirmation that her abandonment back on the rooftop put him off.

How to handle this? Gwen isn't master at this kind of thing. But she swallows her pride because there's worse things to have to apologize for. Killing him, for instance? She had to do that once. Now that was awkward.

"Yeah. Look, sorry I left you up there with that guy. It was nothing personal, I just..." There's a lot of ways she can finish this sentence, but because it's Party, she manages to be as honest as she can. "...had a way out, and took it. Figured he'd let you guys go if you played nice."