Maybe it was the alcohol, but Gwen did not take Petra's sneer very well at all. A tidal wave of mixed unpleasant emotion welled up within her inebriated mind, sending her to a variety of dark places, all of them occupied by only two people: Gwen and Petra. Some of those dark places were actually historical... events that had happened. As Petra impertinently left the scene before Gwen had collected herself enough to respond, Gwen found herself moving without thinking, following Petra into the house. It was a totally impulsive movement, as she followed behind silently, stalker-like, eyes locked onto Petra's swaying behind as she turned corners. And finally, when she had entered a room with one door, Gwen shut the door behind her and fused the lock with a quiet hiss of energy.<br/><br/>She said nothing, only watching Petra, consciously breathing a little heavily. Finding herself swaying from alcohol-induced equilibruim loss, Gwen let herself fall back against the doorjam, crossing her arms to further reduce the wobble. Blinking slowly, she waited.