Gwen groans, dragging her hands down her face. "Oh, don't you— stop that, I am— mortified, I'm telling you. Mortified, beyond comprehension. If I had my webshooters on I'd be on the next deck, right now. I can't believe..."

She draws in a breath and releases it in a 'whoof', lifting her head again and brushing her hair back. "How obvious was I being?"