Gwen waved a hand dismissively. "Whatever... it's not like I'm not used to it. It's just a testament to how successful I was at making myself scarce that I'm not really on first name terms with anyone here. Except..." She sent a mild glance over to Petra, raising an eyebrow at her before looking back at Martin. "Anyway, now you know, and I'm appointing you the vanguard of my new name. Be careful with it!" Her joking tone belied her loathing of small talk, but she kept on nonetheless.<em>Boozey-booze, do your thing.</em>"Business is alright, you know? I demand a high price, and I get it. Everyone that's looking knows who I am, now... It gets me more high-paying idiots and people interested in making a point, but honestly it's getting boring. All the<em>interesting</em>jobs go to unknowns. And those are the ones that pay the most." Downing the last of what must have been her sixth glass of wine, now, she lamented, "And<em>God,</em>I could do without all those military contracts. 'Insurgents' are neither worthy nor interesting enemies. They just yell a lot and fire their little pea shooters and have no sense for tactics whatsoever. I almost want to get hired  by<em>them</em>so I can fight our guys and actually have some fun."<br/><br/>Realizing she might be going too sharply towards honest in a gathering like this, she put on a reassuring smile and gave Martin a little playful shove. "...I'm kidding, obviously. It's the booze. Why don't you tell me about yourself, then? You took the chance coming over here, so we might as well get on even terms, yeah?"