( the end of the world had introduced gwen to a whole new world of people who didn't already know who she was, but somehow in all the assorted lessons of the apocalypse, that one didn't really take and there is an air about the way she laughs, rueful,

like she probably wouldn't have introduced herself without being prompted. maybe someone should see how long that can go, like for science. it's probably a while. )

Gwenaëlle, ( she returns, apparently really getting into it by offering him the hand not currently holding a fire hazard to shake. ) Gwen.

( gwen being generally easier for english speakers, on the whole, and the nickname of hers least likely to prompt someone to inquire whether or not she is in fact a poodle. (gigi is a perfectly good thing to call a person, actually.) )

The gas station has more cigarettes, Luke, ( she pronounces it more like luc, and the difference is minimal but distinct, ) if you didn't think to pack any for your foray into bad dreams in the woods. Maybe you'll know the brands also, I don't know, I didn't, I'll just be sad when I have to resort to them.

( she taps ash out onto the steps, and curls her toes in her sandals. )

Derry was shit anyway. Have you been to Maine? It's shit.