Party gets the hint. Or he thinks he does, but its probably the wrong hint. Or..well. The red head sighs and scruffs his hair up, exhaling loudly.

"You're not a robot. You're really shiny, Gwen. The definite answer to a dust angel, tumbleweeding through Taxon like God's revolver, twice as shiny and louder than anythin' else. You're really milkshake, y'know? Ladyjoy material if I ever saw one."

He gives the other a tentative grin, unsure of himself. "Plus you read. That's.... cool. Why?"