"W-Woah, seriously? Come on..." Didn't she leave this kind of life behind? Man, the feeling of someone wanting to shoot her was still as familiar as ever. Even if it was with a bow instead of a gun. Some sensations just never really faded away.

"Hey, wait a second..." She knew that voice, and she knew that face!

"Put down that bow, will you? It's me." Gwen lowered her hood and took off her mask.

Old or not, Gwen definitely didn't want to have an arrow put through her. Not today, and not ever.