"Don't get used to it. I don't do it very often." Or, ever. "But you were the first one to give me the straight intel on this place when I got here, so I guess I owed you one."

But she's relieved he's cool with it. And that the Sheriff didn't tear off his arm, or anything. Then? Gwen might have felt a little actual guilt instead of just 'Am I off Party's good-list?' guilt.

"I take it that 'right now' leaves room for the future?" she presses, and then with an unapologetic smile, holds her hands up. Alright, alright, she won't push so hard. She'll take it, Party. Eat all the dirt-stained Taxon Forest fruit you want.

She looks up into the night. "Think we should get out of here? Or were you planning on sleeping out here, too?"