[ Gwen definitely starts to yelp when she's tugged into a room, so it's a good thing that hand is there to cover up the sound. Once the hushed urgency is realized, Gwen will respond in just as quiet a whisper. ]

...That it was time to show them what we've learned? I dunno, I appreciated the fighting lessons-- it was kind of nostalgic, almost-- but I don't want to fight just anybody.

[ Outside the closet-sized room, there are footsteps jogging down the hall. Heavy, booted footsteps. ]

I'll fight this motherfucker, though.

[ Gwen raises her eyebrows suggestively at the girl? Fight the mystery man, y/y/mfy? ]