Gwen gave a snort of laughter, then lifted her hand to clamp over her mouth. Another peel of good-natured laughter escaped her, both at Martha's wit and at the snort that escaped her. She shook her head a little.
"Maybe a little." She added, when the giggles subsided, "but at least it's modest."
She smiled. "Gwen. Gwen Stacy." She reached a hand forward to shake the other's. "Not rude at all. It's hard to find a really good bathing suit."