Gwen's saying things and Party's feeling his mood flip-flop, the unusual alliance they've struck dangling over his head. For a minute he thinks the whole thing is easy, so, so easy, but then he remembers that absolutely nothing in his life has ever been easy and his face hardens slightly.

"I'm flattered you thought enough to apologize," He says honestly. Sincerely. It's weird, even apologizing for something, and the redhead's facial expression is caught between mild surprise and--how odd, is that a flushed face? "I mean, it's all milkshake, dust angel. I probably woulda bailed, too." That? That was a lie, but he feels the need to make Gwen feel better for some reason. If she's even upset about this--though he has a feeling the brunette doesn't just apologize willy-nilly.

"Don't know each other well enough yet." That parts sincere, and he taps on the cast with a finger, a hollow thunk-thunk-thunk acting as a drumbeat.

"Nah, he cant' rough up a Killjoy. It's Kobra that did this, believe it or not. He didn't mean to, but the Sheriff does this weird phasing thing. And--Honestly?" Because that last thing is bothering him.

"I don't trust anything this city has. Food. Extras. They're fucking drones with no personality, programmed anti-matter, real loose. They're as bad as exxies, as bad as dracs. Shit, Tumbleweed, I'd definitely remove the stick from my ass if I could, but everything here is too like Battery for me to actually try right now."