"I can show you sometime, you know," she says, carefully. She remembers how stubborn both he and his brother are about the fasting thing. "You don't have to live like a rat because you're used to it, Party." That's right. She's trying to tempt you over to the dark side of luxury, Party. Deal with it.

"I'll try," she says, nodding toward the gun in his hand. Her hands lock around her knees in a gesture of ease. She'd much rather talk about him than about the Sheriff, but isn't that what she came here for?

"For bailing," she answers, simply, and then takes a breath. "Don't get me wrong, you were sloppy. And I wasn't about to get my ass kicked for you and your hothead brother's mistakes. And it wasn't like I had a grand 'ol time down on the ground..."

Okay, Gwen, a little less excuse, a little more explanation. He thought she had his back and she didn't. Case closed.

"Anyway. That's what's what. Just figured I should explain a little. But I'm glad he didn't rough you up too bad." She looks at his arm.