Re: #17 - Babs & Gwen
"My doctors," Gwen answered unhelpfully, trying to remember covers and backstories, and she wasn't super great at remembering the lies she'd concocted in her own head. She was totally grateful when Babs didn't pursue the topic, and maybe that showed, but Gwen was entirely unaware of what her expressions gave away. She'd never practiced in front of a mirror, though it was on her list of things to do, as the internet said it was super useful in comprehension of one's own facial expressions.
A Christmas Story. Gwen looked up from examining the arrowhead, which she'd nearly determined be made out of some kind of beef bone, since there were traces of the vein running along one edge. "It's okay. It's logical to look into the person you were going to be forced to spend an evening with. You don't post a lot, and the only thing I managed to ascertain is that you dislike the quiet." She went back to looking at the arrow. "And that you know Jason, who-" The explosion made the conversation cease immediately, and Gwen didn't actually have the understanding to take cover. She stayed there, looking, and she was ready when Babs ran toward the building in the distance.
She managed to dodge the arrows with a surprising amount of skill and speed, especially for someone who was totally inexperienced with running at all. But she was good at it, and she looked over as Babs voiced those shared thoughts about the emptiness of the location. To further solidify the observation, one of the cannons was fully visible now over the hill. It recoiled and rolled with the force of another shot, but there was no one lighting the flame. "Maybe they're automated," she suggested, which only made her want to get closer to inspect them further. The League wouldn't make machines that worked themselves, so the danger there was minimal.