"No thanks needed. It's what I live for." Gwen dusted herself off. Her cape was torn, the letter G on her chest was barely visible, and her shoulder was bleeding, but she felt good, better than she had in a long time. She never felt more fulfilled than she did, saving another person.

"Oh, I'll be fine," she said, wincing slightly and taking just the slightest step back. It was instinct. What good was she if she were electrifying the people she was saving? For fear of offending DG, she explained, honestly: "Careful, my powers make me untouchable."

It was said with pride, with just the hint of a smile, and she reached out a bare hand. "Just drop it there. We better hurry." She shifted her attention to the howls. "We're not--"

(Some lost part of Gwen cringed)

"--out of the woods, yet."