Old Lace growled a bit in appreciation of the attention, but it was the happy growl. Gert shrugged and tried not to smirk too much. She knew that their byplay could probably be annoying, but she had known Chase as long as she could remember. Even before they had been together, it had been impossible to shut them up. "Definitely," she responded with a simple nod.
"Let me know where I fall into your rotation so I can avoid you in as gentle a way as possible." Then she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "Although there's not really much I can do nowadays that would cause for normal worry. No war protests to attend, no barely recognizable as human natives to pester. I tell you, Lorna, this place might end up being a little bit on the dull side." She was only being half serious. It was true, though. Most of her normal habits and wants toward danger were past her here. It was freeing and boring at the same time.
At least Lorna had laughed. That right there was a very positive sign. "It's not horrible. I don't find it horrible anyway, but that might be different that it actually being horrible. Some people deserved it." There was a list in Gert's head of a number of them, and it may or may not have included most of the world's leaders or want-to-be leaders. And, yes, she was looking at Sarah Palin who was an abject disgrace to women everywhere.
That was a line that Gert's mother used to tote around all the time. She would smile and tell Gert not to worry because she would find her niche and make some nice friends one day. Gert used to look at her over her glasses and a thick book and feel sorry for the woman. It seemed less trite coming from Lorna considering the circumstances.
"I'm sure your powers come in handy on a number of occasions." Then her brow furrowed as she thought of something. "Have you ever tried to use your power to put a piercing in?" Hopefully it was not the strangest question Lorna had ever heard.
The comment about the world outside made her shrug. "I can understand that. I unfortunately haven't lapsed as far from pacifism as I should." She patted Old Lace. "She doesn't feel the same way, but she's not a good weapon for waging wars on zombies."