Harpoon:
"Looky, looky, they finally sent us someone to play with"
Harpoon was doubly delighted - 'Tank' was gone, and a pretty woman came to watch them in his stead. Even if she proved to be as irritating as he was, she was at least fun to look at. He licked his fingers, and ran them through his hair as he grinned at her.
Behind him, Scalphunter was staring at her as well, as did the eight-foot-tall blue giant, who stumbled back to his feet as he held on to his broken jaw.
They're not restrained. Well, of course they're not restrained. She had only a vague understanding of how badly Agent Tank had been beaten up but knew enough that one does not just restrain that kind of power. That makes what she was planning to do just a little bit more dangerous. She tries not to let her nervousness show.
"Haven't you had enough fun for one night?" Gwenyth asks Harpoon. She thinks that's his name, anyways. He didn't seem to have a harpoon so she is not sure where that name came from.
"I understand one of you beat up Agent Tank and somehow didn't end up with your skeleton in three different zip codes. Very impressive. Was it..." She glance at the blue giant questioningly; his jaw looked like it had been thoroughly Tanked. She nods, as if answering her own question.
"I don't suppose you would be willing to tell me why you went through all this trouble. Surely there are easier ways to get my autograph..." In reality, Gwenyth had signed very few autographs. For some reason, no one ever asked for it. And now, for equally inscrutable reasons, Harpoon was becoming desperate for one.