"No no no no no," Party's shaking his head, trying to gain what little bad-assery he had left now. Looking like a fool infront of an apprent world class theif? Not a good thing. He's sure if he's thinking with his brain he'd probably realize that this was a weakness Gwen could exploit, could run him for all he's worth (which is probably a can of PowerPup and chuffed electric guitar). But he's too busy being flustered at the slightly short woman.

"That's totally not..you know." A laugh, one that sounded way too forced. "Lay off the nitro, tumbleweed. Jesus, you'd think sunshine ain't got a four and two ones on you."

Saisfied he'd covered it up (though he was still blushing and can't, for some reason, make eye contact), he spoke again, glancing to wherever he had come from.

"But..I can go. Sure."