Gwen blinks. That's his problem? That he didn't manage to get the Stepford Sheriff to give her back something that still might not even work back home? She's surprised, visibly surprised. He didn't even know how important it was, how special it was to her, and he got himself all worked up for not getting it back for her?

It was a gesture she isn't shown very often. Her words are lacking that sharpness and edge in favor of a certain soft thankfulness and maybe a little sadness. "I hate to say I told you so, Party Boy. I didn't get LISA back home by just asking for it."

Her breath came out in a sigh, and she shrugged her shoulders, but her eyes are steady and firm. "If it's here, I'll find it. Believe me. And if not?" A pause. Even when she hadn't get gotten it, it had been a long time since she's lived without at least the thought of LISA in her mind, without the dream of one day being able to just--touch someone. Did she know if she could do it? No. It was like a blind person getting their sight back--for a few months, maybe, a year--just to get it taken away again.

But she fibs, just a little, because it's easier. "It sucks. But I lived my whole life this way and made a whole gallon of lemonade out of lemons. I think I can manage. Anyway, you can beat yourself up all you want, but you're in the clear."