Gwyn watches Iris work, at first moving as though about to stop her, then settling back as nothing seems to go wrong, her eyebrow raised as she feels the building power, and then finally she holds up a hand as Iris begins to chant.
"Stop, please, that's enough. I'm convinced. You're hired, starting now, and I think trouble just walked in our door. Clean this up. We'll get into specifics later, but you just landed the best job of your life."
Gwyn gives a quick, tight grin. As she stands, she grabs a belt that had been hidden in the shadow of the chair she was sitting in, buckling it on as she walks. A gun-belt, the dual Colt pistols gleaming dully in the light. They settle into place over her hips the way a well worn boot fits to one's foot. There was still a palpable aura of power around her, and every unnaturally graceful step oozed confidence and self assurance.
Gwyn passes through the curtain, looking at a certain spot where she had been certain she'd sensed a girl hit the floor, and she pauses and blinks, leaning on the counter
"This shop is gaining a disturbing frequency for vanishing clientel.......I am not happy about this." she scratches her head, shaking it in wonder.
((EDIT: Batyah, you can 're-appear' whenever you're online next. Just trying to keep the thread moving. Nothing personal, and welcome! ^.^))