It was complicated, Gwen knew. She had been upset at her mother when she learned what she had done, but at the same time she understood why she had wanted to protect her. "It's complicated," she admitted aloud, and then shrugged her shoulders. "She's my mum, she was only trying to do what she thought was best for me. None of us are perfect, of course. I mean, I wish I was better prepared, but if it meant I'd turn into an insufferable know-it-all like Charlotte then I'm glad mum kept me from all that." Though, not for the first time, she felt a pang of guilt when thinking about her cousin. Not enough of one to dwell on it much, but it was still there.
"Two different blood lines," Gwen clarified. "There's a male line and a female line of time travelers. Gideon is a de Villiars. I'm a Montrose. Well, my last name is different, of course, but mum was a Montrose and we're the female line." She blushed when Mikasa talked about Gideon kissing her. "No, he didn't ask permission. But I wasn't unhappy about it. Especially the second time. But it was rather rude all the same, even if it WAS..." she trailed off. She didn't want to think about Gideon any more, OR how pretty his lips were, OR how handsome he was, especially now now, but it seemed like she couldn't help it.
She welcomed the though of talking to her new friend about something other than Gideon. "Well, that's good. Tell me about the good parts of where you're from. Did you have some good friends there? I have a best friend called Lesley, and I miss her very much. She's smart, and she would have figured everything about this world out via google by now."