"Okay, I'll grant you that in a Venn diagram there is crossover, but someone's ability to stay conscious while enduring 3Gs of force doesn't automatically mean they are good at taking a punch to the head. Or a club. But that's assuming weapons are involved." Gwen steps a bit further from the dogs toward an opening. She's trying to be subtle about it as she continues to argue.

Then Gwen moves to get away, and the robot dogs move immediately to block her, "Oh-- come, on!"

She slaps her hands over her face and drags them down and then up through her hair, tugging the pink ends. Gwen's quiet for a moment, searching for something. Something that she can't talk to anyone about, that would be something she could bring herself to talk about with him.

"Dammit."

Maybe she should say something. Just get this over with. Rip off the band-aid. Except her can't get her mouth to find the words.