Party can't stop the chuckle that escapes from his voice. "That's okay. People seem to think I'm a big damn hero when all I do is run around the desert shooting laser guns at everyone." Which is an oversimplification, but it's Party's odd way of saying 'Maybe I sort of get it?'.

He reaches out with one hand and it looks like he wants to touch Gwen's gloved one, but he hesitates, licking his lips and lowering it in an oddly shy manner before nodding to himself. Party's not good on social cues, but he knows when someone's about to remember something bad. There are just certain things you don't talk about to a Killjoy, after all. Everyone had their buttons.

"You should tell me sometime," He says softly, trying to sound as innocuous as possible. "We'll trade war stories. You might be able to one-up me, though. The whole Dragon thing."