Mulciber gave Gretchen a rueful smirk, which felt weird behind the old female wrinkles. "Hardly," he said. "Modern women can bloody well take care of themselves, or else they're fucking useless." He checked his watch, to see how much longer his Polyjuice would hold out, and turned his attention back to the young scavenger in front of him. "So what have you got for me, then? Come on, give us a peek."