"It's Grace, by the way. Not Summers."<br/><br/>Gwen wasn't sure she had extracted all the resentment from her correction, but decided she didn't mind if she hadn't. It wasn't exactly secret that Gwen had never had close ties with her family, despite the fact that they were always nearby. She had made her own way in the absence of direction being given to her from the most trusted of sources, and that had led to her current status as a mercenary.<br/><br/>It was easy, relieving in fact, to let Powers do all the talking. Gwen didn't want to talk to anyone really, much less bumbling males. Still, she had resigned herself to meaningless small talk when she agreed to attend, and it would do no good to be rude. But<em>oh</em>did she want to be.<br/><br/>Gulping down another glass of wine, she found her eyes kept straying to the older woman, eyeing her generous, fully realized womanly curves that had been honed through years of training and no doubt a mutative boost. Gwen always felt she had a girlish figure, lacking in the chest as she was. Still, there was no denying her hips were fabulously wide. She wouldn't have minded a bit of a trade, though.<br/><br/>Listening to the chatter about energy training, she recalled back to when she was still living here, when Kate had been her tutor, and in fact one of the only people that Gwen had allowed to train her. She hadn't known why at the time, but seeing her up close like this now, Gwen was fully aware that ulterior motives had been in play.<em>Maybe I better take it easy on the booze after all...</em>