Gwen let's the skirting go. She's not an idiot, and she's pretty good at reading body language. Being a good thief pretty much makes those two things part of the job description. But she knows when Party likes being evasive about stuff, like, say, his name, and she knows better than to press him.

She shrugs, her smile playful. "I'm a thief." She'd kept that tidbit to herself, mostly, and after her ninjaing up the roof Party might have had some idea she had a unique set of skills. But there's just something about the isolation of the forest, and if anyone were going to have a job for her, it'd be Party. "Don't want to get too rusty. And way better than a phone call."